In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 26 Visiting Relatives at Her Mother's Home

Early on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Yu Dawei, carrying two boxes of fruit and his wife, pulled a sled towards Gouwazi Village.

The mother-in-law's family has four children: the eldest sister Han Jingping, the eldest brother Han Guoqiang, the second brother Han Guofeng, and the youngest is Han Jingfan.

The eldest sister is three years older than the eldest brother. She married a government official who worked at a grain depot at a young age. They live in town and have a comfortable life. They have two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is now twelve years old, and the girl is two years younger than the son.

The eldest brother, Han Guoqiang, farms in the countryside and lives with his parents. He has an older son who is six years old this year.

However, Yu Dawei knew that his brother-in-law would have another daughter named Han Ying in the future. But Yu Dawei still felt a little emotional when he thought about this unborn niece.

When Han Ying was a child, she was closest to her aunt Han Jingfan. She would visit her aunt during winter and summer vacations and stay at her aunt's house.

In her previous life, Han Jingfan committed suicide in the oil city. At that time, Han Ying had already married a man from the oil city. Knowing that Han Jingfan had divorced and returned to the oil city in disgrace, she never went to see Han Jingfan again.

Actually, it wasn't just Han Ying; the entire Han family gave off a sycophantic vibe, except for the mother-in-law, who was kind-hearted and genuinely good-natured.

This is also why Yu Dawei was often unwilling to take his wife back to her parents' home in his previous life.

"Aren't you cold?" Yu Dawei was wearing a thick military overcoat, and the brim of his fur hat was already covered with a thick layer of white frost.

"I'm not cold." Han Jingfan's face was flushed, and her gaze towards Yu Dawei was gentle and tender. Yesterday, her husband had taught her some techniques to help him relieve his sexual desire, which made her so embarrassed that she was almost ashamed to face anyone.

These past few nights, he's always gotten up on his own initiative to add some wood to the stove to keep the house from getting too cold in the middle of the night.

Han Jingfan was finally certain that this man had really changed. Whenever she thought about everything that had happened in the past few days, she felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

She has no difficult mother-in-law, can smoothly integrate into the happy family atmosphere, and has a caring husband.

She felt that even if her life ended like this, it would be worth it at this moment.

"What are you thinking about? The fruit crate is about to fall."

"Oh." Han Jingfan snapped out of her daze and hurriedly pushed the box back to its original position. "Dawei, can I ask you for a favor?"

"What are you talking about? Do we, as a couple, need to beg? Just tell me directly, what's wrong?"

"Can things stay like this forever?"

Yu Dawei turned around blankly: "What?"

"That's right, that's right..." Han Jingfan subconsciously pursed her lips, wanting to say something but not knowing how to say it.

"Well, this is fine a few times, but it can't go on like this all the time. After all, it's mainly because you're pregnant that I'm being considerate..." Yu Dawei pretended to realize something and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Oh dear, who said that!" Han Jingfan's pretty face turned red, perhaps because it was too cold.

Yu Dawei smiled and walked earnestly to her side: "I understand what you mean, to hold your hand and grow old together."

Han Jingfan stared at him blankly. As expected of someone who had received an education, he was truly cultured.

Yu Dawei turned away without saying another word, picked up the rope, tied it around his waist, and, like an ox pulling a cart, continued towards the ditch six miles away.

To the left and right are newly planted poplar saplings for windbreaks. Although they are slender, they stand straight like soldiers holding guns. Beyond the windbreaks, beneath the snow-covered ground lies the black soil of the farmland. Whether or not they can have enough to eat and wear each year depends entirely on the bounty of this black soil.

After walking for more than forty minutes, the two finally reached the ditch. They turned left into the village and walked until they were about to the east. There they saw a four-room brick house and a big yellow dog in the yard.

The big yellow dog saw someone coming and barked, rushing out, but luckily it was stopped inside by the wooden fence. The people inside must have seen someone arrive; Yu Dawei's mother-in-law's thin, frail figure came into view.

Yu Dawei watched the smiling old man walking briskly towards him, his mind filled with a mix of emotions.

After his divorce from Han Jingfan in his previous life, he never saw his mother-in-law, who had been so loving towards him, again until her death.

To be honest, he felt somewhat ashamed.

He understood that one of the reasons his mother-in-law loved him so much was that she hoped he would treat her daughter well.

But how could he have done that in his past life? He didn't even know about Han Jingfan's death until after the burial.

"Go away! You damn dog, get out of here!" The mother-in-law saw the big yellow dog barking at her daughter and son-in-law, so she hurriedly picked up a shovel from the side of the yard and hit the dog on the head.

"Ouch!" The big yellow dog felt the pain and turned to crawl into its kennel in the yard.

"Dawei's here." The father-in-law, who is 1.8 meters tall, followed behind the petite mother-in-law; there was no one else besides him.

"Here you are, Dad."

The mother-in-law looked at her daughter with concern and helped her down from the chair with heartache, saying, "You two are really something, why did you come here with such big bellies? You could have come after the baby was born."

"Mom, it's Chinese New Year, so it's a bit different from usual." Han Jingfan smiled. "We'll go back after dinner, so it won't delay anything."

The mother-in-law stared at the girl, utterly shocked!

It hasn't been that long since we last met, but the girl has not only become more cheerful, but she's also started talking again.

In that instant, the old mother's eyes suddenly reddened. She held back her tears and looked at her son-in-law with a smile: "Dawei, thank you for taking care of Xiaofan during this time. When I'm less busy in a while, I will go and help Xiaofan with her postpartum care."

"Mom, what are you saying? We're all family, it's only right that we take care of her." Yu Dawei put the sled aside and picked up two boxes of fruit with both hands as he followed the mother and daughter.

"You damn fool! Help Dawei carry one of these boxes!" The mother-in-law shouted angrily at her husband. She was genuinely angry to see her husband, who was like a block of wood, just watching Dawei carry two boxes of fruit by himself.

Then he looked at the young couple with delight. Not only was his daughter eloquent, but his son-in-law's words were also sweet as honey, quite unlike his usual manner.

Of her four children, she felt most indebted to her eldest daughter.

Whether it's the eldest, second, or third child, they all went to school. As long as the children didn't say they didn't want to continue their studies, she would sell everything she owned to support their education.

But the youngest child was the only one who starved to death because the family was too poor at the time. The fifth child starved to death because he didn't have enough breast milk and they didn't have money to buy cow's milk or goat's milk.

At that time, the youngest child was the one who loved studying the most in the family, but after she reached the second grade, they stopped letting her continue her studies.

Her father forcibly dragged her home, and she could only watch silently as everything unfolded, feeling incredibly bitter inside.

Now, the third child, who has the highest level of education in the family, has gone to college and gotten a job at a grain depot.

Sometimes she would wonder if, had she let her youngest son, who loved learning the most, go to school, he might have gotten into university.

College students who graduate from rural areas not only have prestige, but their future lives will surely be worry-free.

(End of this chapter)