Everyone nodded, indicating that they would not cause trouble and would not go in. They would just watch from the outside and would help if anything happened.
Xia Qiyue no longer had any worries and walked to Lao An's house with Li Zheng.
It's been a month, and Lao An's house has not been finished yet. Fortunately, the bed has been set up. Xia Qiyue talked to Li Zheng on the road. When they slowly arrived at Lao An's house, everyone in Lao An's house was there.
They are all already present.
There was sadness on Golgo's face, and his eyes were red. It wasn't just that he was rubbing the red, but he was actually crying.
The younger generation were all present. Except for the two from the fourth bedroom and the two daughters who were sold, the four remaining grandchildren stood in a row against the wall, from young to old, with their heads lowered.
As soon as Xia Qiyue came in, Liu Mei quickly asked her to sit on the kang, and there were three sons of Lao An's family sitting on the kang. The old couple didn't have much space for their daughters-in-law, so the daughters-in-law all stood next to their grandchildren.
The opposite wall.
Except for An Zihao, who was working in the small courtyard, everyone else was here.
Xia Qiyue shook her head, turned around and let Li Zheng, who came in from behind, sit in the only seat, while she just stood in the middle of the ground.
The atmosphere was depressing. As the head of the family, Lao An didn't say a word. He sat on the kang with his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
Xia Qiyue didn't speak first, no one here could do that. She just looked at the newly bought embroidered shoes on her feet in a daze and said nothing.
After a while, Li Zheng coughed lightly and said, "Brother Anbang, please forgive me and accept the change. Zichen died for the country. Although he is no longer alive, it is still glorious and he is the pride of our An family!"
Lao An nodded with his head lowered, and said "I know" with a choked voice in his throat. Then he didn't even raise his head, but Mrs. An started howling again.
"My fourth son, why did you leave your mother behind? What will your mother do in the future? Your mother is no longer alive. She will follow you. You wait for your mother..."
I was crying and filming, and suddenly I wanted to get up and hit the wall.
Xia Qiyue was speechless. This old woman was exposed as pretending to cry in front of so many people, and now she dares to make such a fuss. That's enough.
"Mom... don't cry, mother. You still have four sons after your fourth brother is dead. Why do you have to follow your fourth brother? Besides, your fourth brother also has children and a wife. Mother, please stop crying!"
An Zicheng was so fast that he hugged Mrs. An's waist and begged.
"Yes, mother, the fourth child has a daughter. Xuan'er is already four years old. Although the fourth child is gone, he still has a daughter, so don't be too sad!" Liu Mei quickly walked over and helped her man comfort the old lady.
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Although the words she spoke seemed to be comforting the old lady, Xia Qiyue vaguely felt that something was wrong.
"Sister-in-law, please stop crying and be careful with yourself!" Li Zheng said when he saw the person being pushed down.
"Li Zheng, tell me, as a mother, can I not be sad if a white-haired person gives a black-haired person to a woman? Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."
Mrs. An hammered her chest and shed tears. She looked less fake. However, Xia Qiyue couldn't see much genuine sadness at all, but it smelled of calculation.
She never shed a tear from the beginning to the end. Fortunately, everyone in Lao An's family had their own agendas and no one noticed her abnormality.
Li Zheng was asked this question by Mrs. An, but she had nothing to say.
"Uncle Li Zheng, where is Ah Chen...has his body been found?" Xia Qiyue asked in a low voice.
Hearing Xia Qiyue's words, Mrs. An stopped crying. Old Man An also raised his head. Everyone in the room looked over, not at Li Zheng, but at Xia Qiyue who was asking the question.
Li Zheng shook his head, "The body can't be found. The superiors directly said that Zichen was killed by Hun soldiers during the Xiongnu period. The Huns had constant natural disasters last year, and there were snowstorms again and again in the winter. After the spring, they sent troops to attack our Dongchu border frequently.
, grabbing food, livestock, and even women, wars are going on, Zichen is missing at the border, the border is freezing and snowing constantly, the body may be buried in the snow!"
Although these words were cruel, Li Zheng had to tell Lao An's family and the strong woman in front of him everything that the messenger above said.
Xia Qiyue didn't know how the original owner called her husband, but since she came here, she has been calling her husband, and no one said anything wrong, so she just kept calling her husband.
Hearing what Li Zheng said, she nodded, "Then let's build a tomb for him..."
Li Zheng sighed, "This is the only way, otherwise there will be no place to worship. This is also a kind of support!"
"My son...wuwuwuwu..." Mrs. An's third round of crying started again. She was out of breath from crying and patted her thighs.
"Okay, go find what the fourth child left behind!" Boss Lao An warned Mrs. Lao An sternly, warning her that she had gone too far.
"Dad, we have been escaping all this way. How can we still have the fourth child's things at home? No, there should be some at the fourth brother and sister's place!" Liu Mei's eyes were darting. Before Mrs. An could speak, she immediately answered and told these things.
The work was left to Xia Qiyue.
Xia Qiyue quickly searched around in the memory of the original owner, but there was nothing about An Zichen at all.
"Father, mother, and Ah Chen only have the same two clothes. We took them with us when we joined the army. We share the same quilt. We can't use the quilt as a tomb, right?"
This is true. Not only An Zichen, but also An Zihao also wore two different sets of clothes, and both of them were patched.
If Lao An's family wants to make the most new clothes, then it is the eldest brother An Zicheng. Even Lao An, the leader, doesn't have many clothes. Now that he has escaped from famine, apart from the one he made for the New Year in July in Xia, the only clothes left are the ones from before.
That's the one I have on me.
"Old man?" Mrs. Lao An stopped crying and looked at Mr. Lao An with red eyes.
Chief Lao An looked at Li Zheng, who shook his head, "That's not okay. This quilt doesn't belong to Zichen alone. His wife is still alive. It's not appropriate to use this quilt as a tomb!"
"Then what should I do? My son can't even have a monument! My fourth son, why are you so pitiful? Wuwuwuwu..."
Forehead…
"So, there is nothing belonging to Ah Chen at home?" Xia Qiyue's expression turned cold.
"Fourth brother and sister, why are you asking us this? We are separated!" Liu Mei jumped up and down, interjecting here and opening her mouth there, she was so busy!
"Old man, you have no place to speak here!" Old Man An suddenly shouted sharply.
Liu Mei wanted to say something else, but because her husband's face looked bad, she kept her mouth shut.
"We are separated, but when we lived in Shanbei Zhuangzi, there were no things belonging to Ah Chen in the four-bedroom house we lived in. The only thing we had was the quilt he had covered himself with, and they were also covered by the same quilt!"
Everyone in Lao An's family looked at each other, trying to find something that Lao An had used, but no one said anything for a while.
Li Zheng shook his head, and before they could stop looking for things, he said to Xia Qiyue, "From the Zichen family, you can follow me to collect Zichen's pension tomorrow! As for the items for the tomb, you can look for them slowly."