Chapter 984 Mom Will Come Back

She put the egg on the rice, and then warmed it in the pot for Changsheng, and then came out to eat with Changsheng's mother.

Changsheng's mother picked up some dishes and put them in Yan Huan's bowl. She was more and more satisfied with Yan Huan. This was a person who knew how to care for people. If she was given a daughter-in-law, she would be willing to do it. Now let's not talk about Yan Huan's appearance and disability. Alas, there is no choice. In their village, it is enough to marry a daughter-in-law. Instead of waiting for those unreliable ones, it is better to marry a ready-made one.

"Xiao Yan, how old are you?" Changsheng's mother remembered that she had never asked Yan Huan about his age, and Yan Huan never said anything about family matters, so she just forgot to ask.

Yan Huan stopped eating with chopsticks, and then picked up some dishes and put them in his bowl.

"Aunt, I'm 28 years old."

"28 years old?"

Changsheng's mother was stunned when she heard this. How could she be 28? She looked like a girl of 24 or 25 years old. She was so old, three years older than Changsheng. However, she thought about it again and it was nothing. A woman who is three years older than her husband is a treasure. People in the village don't mind this. Some women are seven or eight years older than their husbands. It's the same. They live a good life.

Besides, being older can make you love others. She is so good at handling things, which is not the case with ordinary girls. In this way, being older seems to be better.

"What about your parents at home? What do they do?" Changsheng's mother asked again.

Yan Huan bit the chopsticks. She didn't know if her teeth were sour or bumped, but she felt a little pain.

"My father passed away when I was very young," she picked up some more dishes and ate them one by one, counting the rice grains. "My mother also died of illness when I was eighteen, so..." She raised her mouth with some pain and bitterness, "I am an orphan."

"Alas..." Changsheng's mother sighed, "Children without a mother and a father are pitiful."

And she didn't ask any more questions, just thinking that Yan Huan was an orphan, so she was alone now. No one was involved in the marriage, so it had been delayed until now, but she didn't know that Yan Huan was actually married. She had been married for several years and had three children.

Changsheng came back near the evening again. He brought back a few pounds of meat and some other things for the New Year. He also bought a couplet. He didn't know many words, so he took the couplet that others said was good.

Most of the people in the village have bought Spring Festival couplets. Now, looking at the entrance of the village, it is true that every household is busy pasting Spring Festival couplets. This small village has more or less added some New Year atmosphere, and it is not as deserted as before.

Changsheng's mother made some paste with flour, and she and Changsheng pasted the couplets. They also swept the house inside and outside, and waited for the New Year. Every household in the village also put up Spring Festival couplets and bought meat, but not every family, at least there is one family, the door is tightly closed, and they have not been seen to buy anything.

That is Jingen's family.

Jingen's mother held a shabby jar, which was filled with more than half of rice. Thanks to this rice, Jingen's mother treasured this rice very much.

"Jin Gen, you are really capable. If you hadn't gotten this rice, we would have gone hungry for so many meals."

Jin Gen squatted on the ground and picked his teeth, "That's right, I am a capable person. Not to mention a can of rice, even a bag of rice, I can get it."

If Yan Huan was there, she would have found that the can in Jin Gen's mother's hand was the one she lost, and the rice in this can was her rice, the rice she lost.

It was really someone like Jin Gen who stole it.

"Mom, give me some money," Jin Gen picked his teeth and stretched out his hand to Jin Gen's mother, asking for money.

"What do you want the money for?" Jin Gen's mother valued money more than her own life. How could she possibly give out a penny more? This money was for Jin Gen to marry a wife. If they got married in the future, she would have to keep the money herself. She absolutely could not spend it for nothing on Jin Gen.

"Of course, it's to buy New Year's goods," Jin Gen stood up. He was lazy and gluttonous. When would he buy anything? He just wanted to go to the town for a while.

"Look, they have all put up couplets, and Chang Sheng's family has also posted them. We don't even have a fart now."

Jin Gen's mother disliked Chang Sheng's family the most. Chang Sheng's mother was a widow like her, but they lived a much better life than theirs. There was also a woman who could cut hair. Although she was a little ugly, she could still make money. Yes, it was money. What was the difference between giving eggs and giving money?

Why didn't such a good thing happen to her?

She reluctantly took out some money and gave it to Jingen, and then told Jingen to buy this and that. Jingen seemed a little impatient.

"Mom, you only give me this little money, what else do you want to buy?" He interrupted his mother's nagging, stuffed all the money into his pocket, and prepared to go down the mountain to the town. Of course, he also had plans in his mind. He also had to collect the relief money given by the country. Once he received it, it would be hundreds of dollars in his hands. What did he want?

When he walked to the entrance of the village, he met Yan Huan who went out to collect firewood. He was so angry that his face twisted.

"Ugly freak, why haven't you starved to death yet?"

Yan Huan stopped and turned back to look at Jingen's disgusting face. He really wanted to pick up a brick and smash it on his head.

Her rice must have been stolen by this man. If she was still the Yan Huan of the past, this bastard, she would have made him live a life worse than death.

"Hmph! See how I'll kill you later, you disgusting ugly bastard." Jin Gen sneered, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at Yan Huan's face. As expected, the ball of snow fell on Yan Huan's body. Yan Huan paused for a moment, and then she endured it.

People who do bad things will suffer retribution. It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has not come yet.

And she wants to see when this Jin Gen will be punished. It's okay to steal chickens and dogs, but in the end he wants to kill people, steal her rice, and steal her hope of living.

How could such a person not have retribution? If there is no retribution, she will punish him with her own hands.