Chapter 409 Remarried Widow 2
At this time, a little boy walked in and saw Yuanchun's eyes were open. He said in surprise, "Mom, you're awake. How are you? Does your head still hurt?"

Yuanchun recognized that this was the eldest son of the original owner. She smiled weakly and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm just thirsty. Daqiang, pour me a glass of water."

"Mom, wait a minute. I'll go get you some water."

Daqiang hurried out of the house.

After a moment, he came in holding a small coarse porcelain bowl.

"Mom, drink some water."

"Ah."

Yuanchun raised her head with difficulty and drank the whole bowl of water from Daer's hand.

The burning throat finally felt much better.

She asked, "Where are Erqiang, Sanqiang, and Yaya? Mom has been sick these days, how do you eat?"

"Erqiang went to the mountain to collect firewood, and Sanqiang and Yaya followed him. Our firewood is all gone. I...I cooked corn porridge for my brothers and sisters. Mom, you must be hungry. There is still corn porridge in the pot. I will serve it to you."

After the original owner's husband's funeral, she could no longer bear the grief in her heart and fell ill. I haven't been normal for the past few days. I have been confused and sometimes even talking nonsense.

If Yuanchun hadn’t come, the original owner would have been sick for another half a month.

Since Yuanchun came, of course she would not watch the four children work, but just lie down.

She sighed and said, "I am indeed hungry. You can give me half a bowl of corn paste to eat. When I am better tomorrow, I will do the housework. Your father is gone, but I will be strong enough to support the family and will never let you go hungry."

Daqiang burst into tears and cried, "Mom, I'm grown up now, and I can work. These past two days I went to the mountains to cut grass for pigs, and I earned three work points a day. Although it's not much, I will grow up. Mom, when I grow up, I will definitely earn ten work points a day, and I will take good care of you."

"Okay, then I look forward to my eldest son growing up and taking care of me in my old age." Yuanchun smiled.

Yuanchun had no intention of staying in the village and making a living by farming. This year, the work was done in a collective, and she could earn food with work points. But after the household contract responsibility system was implemented next year, there was no man in her family, and she would have to work alone. Even if she died of exhaustion, she could not farm the fields of five people.

She had to find another way to make money.
In the 1980s, when the economy began to develop rapidly, she wanted to seize the opportunity and leave the mountain village with her four children.

"Mom, you eat corn paste."

Daqiang held the corn paste and put it in Yuanchun's hand.

Yuanchun looked at the emerald green paste and tears came to her eyes. This was not corn paste at all, but wild vegetable paste. It had a strong bitter taste when it entered her mouth. Yuanchun resisted the urge to vomit and finally swallowed the paste.

This is too disgusting.

But no matter how bad the food tasted, Yuanchun was reluctant to waste it.

She closed her eyes, picked up the bowl, drank it in one gulp, and then, using the cover of space, stuffed a marshmallow into her mouth, which alleviated the bitterness in her mouth.

Handing the empty bowl to her eldest son, Yuanchun said, "Daqiang, there is still some fine grain in my mother's cupboard. I originally saved it for your father to eat when he comes back. Let's eat it now. I'll cook some rice porridge in the evening and we'll eat together."

"Mom, there is still corn paste in the pot. How about we cook it tomorrow?" Daqiang said sensibly.

"Save the corn porridge for tomorrow." Yuanchun didn't want to eat any corn porridge in the evening.

Too bad to eat.

It’s hard for the four kids to eat that stuff these days.

(End of this chapter)