Chapter 4401: Be kind and charitable
"Qing'er, tomorrow I will go to the Guanyin Temple to offer incense and pray. I also want to bring some things there." Sun and Yang Ruoqing discussed in a low voice.
"Mom, what is it? Tell me." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
But whatever she can do, she will try her best to satisfy her mother.
Sun said: "I want to bring a hundred pairs of steamed buns there."
One hundred pairs of steamed buns? That's two hundred.
What are you doing here with so many steamed buns?
Yang Ruoqing blinked in surprise, "Mom, those pilgrims from well-off families usually bring extra money to offer incense and donate it to the temple. The temple will record it on the merit list. Not happy. Bring steamed buns, the nuns can’t eat them.”
Sun shook her head: "Of course I will bring the sesame oil money, as well as the steamed buns. The steamed buns are not donated to the temple, but to the poor people who are fleeing famine."
Yang Ruoqing understood, My mother brought the steamed buns for the beggars because she was kind and charitable.
"Qing'er, I know these steamed buns won't be of much use, but this is my little thought. When I see the hungry and panicked eyes of those old people and children, I think of your grandmother, who was seriously ill and dying. The look in his eyes, it’s really pitiful not being able to eat..."
Sun turned her head away, her eyes red.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and stroked Sun's back.
Even though it has been more than two years, Yang Ruoqing will think of Granny Ga every time she gets together.
It would be great if Ga Po was still alive.
It's a pity that Guppo passed away long ago, and she ended up suffering from that overbearing disease.
Esophageal cancer is such a cruel disease that it starved a fat, kind-faced old lady to a few bones.
You obviously have an appetite, but you can't eat. No matter how hard you try to swallow, you can't swallow the food in your mouth. The lower part of your throat is like a blocked pipe that cannot be unblocked.
At first I couldn't eat hard food, then I couldn't swallow porridge, and finally I couldn't even drink water.
I was so hungry that my chest pressed against my back, my bones and muscles all over my body ached. I was so hungry that my blood sugar level was so low that I didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed.
In the end, there was only a handful of bones left in the whole person, and the eye sockets were sunken. The energy of life was passing away little by little. In the end, life was worse than death, and I just looked forward to being released soon.
As for the family, no matter how rich the granddaughter is, or how well-armed the grandson-in-law is, facing Po Ga, no one can use any strength at all.
I can only watch helplessly as Ga Po is tortured by the disease and completely dies...
"Qing'er, I have been dreaming about your Ga Po during this period. She told me that she was hungry... "
Sun turned around, looked at Yang Ruoqing, and murmured.
"I was just thinking that when I came to Guanyin Temple this time, there were so many beggars. I wanted to do some merit and give steamed buns to those beggars to eat. Maybe this merit will make you, Ga Po, feel better down there... "
"Mom, stop talking, I understand, I understand everything," Yang Ruoqing held Sun's hand and said in a deep voice.
“I’ll go and tell the pastry chef in the back kitchen later and ask them to work harder tonight and make a hundred pairs of steamed buns so that we can take them to the Guanyin Temple tomorrow!”
< br>Yang Yongjin Said: "Qing'er, why do you need to go in person to do these things? You can just accompany your third uncle and three aunts. I will go and say hello later."
Yang Ruoqing knew Yang Yongjin's kindness, but she was still decisive Shake his head.
"Second brother, I will go and tell the masters myself that this is a matter of merit and virtue, and one must be pious," she said.
The second brother went to say hello. The pastry chefs in the kitchen must not dare to disobey due to the pressure from the shopkeeper and the owner. When the time comes to stay up all night making baskets of steamed buns, I might have some complaints in my heart.
Yang Ruoqing didn’t like too much resentment mixed in with the making of this batch of steamed buns, so she had to go to the kitchen in person to tell them and reward them.
It was night, and in the large kitchen in the backyard of Tianxiang House, the ordering chef and his staff were busy making steamed buns for tomorrow’s donation. They were in a simple house in a dilapidated alley in a corner of the county. , the cries of women and children are heart-wrenching.
"Dad, why are you doing this? The worst we can do is not give up the money. You have tortured yourself like this, your legs are broken, and you vomited so much blood. If you have any problems, you can let me and Erya sister and brother What should we do in the future?”
Mo was lying on the bedside, clutching the quilt and crying heartily.
Erya stood next to Mr. Mo, wiping away tears and sobbing.
Behind their mother and daughter, Erya's uncle was kneeling on the ground, with a bruise on his forehead. Erya's aunt stood aside holding Erya's younger brother, also sobbing softly.
On the bed, the man Gao Jing was lying there, turning to look at his wife and children in front of the bed. He tremblingly stretched out his hand to hold Mo's hand, trying hard to smile.
"It's okay. I have good health and bones. I used to be a policeman in my hometown in the East China Sea. I have never had any major or minor injuries. I've seen a lot. Don't panic, don't panic..." Gao Jing comforted his wife.
"Dad, why do those bad guys beat you? Daddy, have you done anything wrong? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Erya looked at Gao Jing in confusion and asked crying.
Some time ago, my father, my uncle, and two uncles went out to do things before dawn every day and came back after dark.
My mother and aunt were very happy. My mother told her that her father, uncle and two uncles had all found jobs. If they had jobs, they would have money to buy rice and grain for Erya. Buy clothes and wear them.
Erya was very happy, but in the past few days, the atmosphere at home seemed a little off.
First, there were two uncles. One was sick and the other was injured. They were both recovering from their injuries on the bunk in the next room.
Then, the atmosphere at home became even worse, and the adults all looked worried.
Erya sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and hears her father sighing. Her mother is comforting her father next to her. After comforting her until the end, her mother starts to cry softly.
Erya didn't understand, but she could vaguely feel that something must have happened at home, otherwise the adults wouldn't all have serious faces and not like to joke.
This morning, my father and uncle went out together, and my mother and aunt arrived at the entrance of the alley, still giving some instructions.
For most of the next day, my mother and aunt looked distracted. After a while, my aunt ran to the entrance of the alley to look around.
Finally, when the sun went down, my father and uncle came back, but it was my uncle who was carrying my father.
When dad came back, his eyes were closed, his mouth was covered in blood, and his legs were covered in blood.
After my uncle brought his father back, he knelt down in front of his parents. His uncle also slapped him in the face, saying that he was useless and that he was not a human being...
"Sister, brother-in-law, I am not Man, it was me who beat my brother-in-law like this, sister, please beat me to death!”
Behind him, Uncle Erya cried mournfully again, buried his head, and then kowtowed to his brother-in-law on the bed.
Gao Jing struggled to get up, but one leg was so painful that he couldn't move at all.
"Er Ya Niang, hurry up, stop my brother-in-law, don't let him crack his head!" Gao Jing gasped in anxiety.
Erya Niang quickly got up and rushed to Uncle Erya, stopped him, and cried: "Stop knocking, Erya's two uncles are so injured that they can't get out of bed. If you fall down too, There is no one in this room who can stand!”
(End of this chapter)