The next night after Fu'er arrived at the county town clinic, she left.

Yang Huaming covered Fu'er's head with a white cloth, then turned and went to the doorway, collapsing on the ground and covering his face in tears.

Yang Huazhong was also in low spirits, he turned his back and couldn't bear to look at Fu'er on the bed.

Because Fo-er's biological mother, Qian Shi, was wicked, she stole Chen'er from the cradle that year, causing Chen'er to be separated from Qing-er and the others for seven years.

For seven years, Qing'er and Tang Yazi had not a single good day. Every time they thought of their son, they would weep bitterly, enduring the pain and hardship, spending a great deal of manpower and resources searching for him.

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So for Qian Shi, Yang Huazhong would hate to hack her to death and stomp on her in the mud.

But, children are innocent!

At this moment, seeing that Fu'er had lost her breath and lay motionless on the white cloth, Yang Huazhong's eyes were still moist.

Old Yang slumped down on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down his face.

“Another son is gone. What kind of evil god has our Yang family offended? Why is it tormenting our Yang family like this? Oh, woe is me...”

The old man cried like a child.

When she cried to the point of excitement, her throat made a rattling sound like a suitcase being pulled open, and her face turned as red as liver.

Yang Huazhong quickly came over to help Old Yang up, gently stroking the old man's back.

“Father, please accept this sorrow with grace. Fulu has departed, and in his passing, he is free from suffering. These past two days, seeing him in such pain was unbearable for me.” He said.

Lao Yang was still panting, unable to speak.

Yang Huazhong then continued to persuade, "It's good that this child is gone. He has never had parents since he was young. Now we think like this, perhaps his second uncle came to take him away. After all, the father and son reunited below. Father, please be consoled!"

Lao Yang nodded and forcefully pressed his nose.

“That’s the only way to think about it, or else, I might just die from thinking too much!” The old man said.

Yang Huazhong continued, "Father, you should think about some good things. Our Yang family has also had some good news recently. Yongxian became a father and gave birth to a grandson. Yongjin also had a son a few days ago. Our Yang family has added two male descendants this month. People in the village are praising your and mother's good fortune..."

What Yang Huazhong said, these two things, did indeed give Lao Yang a glimmer of strength.

"Yes, I can't give up now. Yongxian is still counting on me, and we have two new great-grandsons at home. Our Yang family has successors. As long as we grit our teeth and get through this difficult time, things will definitely turn around in the future. I must hold on!"

Just like that, Old Yang figured it out, and he held on. At noon, he even ate an extra bowl of rice compared to usual.

When Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming brothers saw this, their eyelids twitched wildly, speechless.

After a discussion, they decided to send Fuer back to the village for burial immediately after lunch.

Fortunately, it was the cold winter month, and corpses weren't easily spoiled. It took most of the day for them to travel from Wanghai County to Changping Village.

"Leave Yongjin here, Lao San, Lao Si, Qing Xiaozi, you guys all go back. Send Fu'er back." Old Yangtou instructed.

Yang Yongjin also wanted to go back. He could visit his wife and children, but he thought about the wine shop needing people, so he held back.

"Father, shall I come back?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Old Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Yongxian's situation is much better now, so you don't have to come over anymore. Duoer will be getting married in half a month, right? You should stay at home to prepare her dowry."

Yang Huazhong smiled. Daoler's dowry had been prepared long ago.

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Besides the necessary furniture, bedding and clothing, Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi also prepared thirty acres of fertile land and a fortune in silver for Duo'er.

Apart from that, Qinger had specially left silver notes with him before going to the capital. They were meant for Duo'er's dowry.

"Father, then I'll stay at home and take care of things. With Duo'er getting married, there are quite a few things to manage." Yang Huazhong said following Old Yang's words.

He had already been in the county town accompanying Yongxian for a long time to see a doctor, it was also time to go home and divide some of his skill and energy to his wife and daughters.

Duo'er is getting married soon, and when that happens she will be a member of the Xiang family. Even if she can often return to her parents' home to visit him and Sun Shi, being someone else's wife is still different from being a young maiden at her parents' home.

Since my little girl hasn't gone out yet, I should spend more time with her. From six to sixteen years old, ten years have passed. It's neither long nor short, but it has witnessed the growth of the child. From a clueless little girl to a graceful young lady now.

I am pleased, beyond words!

"Okay, wait until we get back and Yongxian recovers a bit. I'll send you a message when we return to the village. Remember to come pick me up!" Lao Yangtou instructed Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong nodded. "Father, rest assured, I will definitely come over."

As Yang Huazhong was leaving, Lao Yangtou asked him again, "Will Diao'er's bride and the others, like Daan and Xiaohua, also come back to celebrate the wedding?"

Yang Huazhong was taken aback and said, "They know the day Duo'er is getting married. As for whether they can make it back in time, we don't know yet. Recently, Da An hasn't sent any letters home."

Lao Yang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Back at the clinic, they took care of Fuer's body, wrapped her in a blanket, and placed her in the wagon. They escorted her back to Changping Village.

The carriage returned to Changping Village in the middle of the night.

The courtyard gates on both sides of the road were all tightly shut, with occasional barks from dogs coming from afar.

"What's that up ahead? It's dark and moving!" Yang Yongqing, who was in a hurry, suddenly became nervous and asked in a low voice.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, the brothers, both looked over in that direction, and they saw something moving by the roadside.

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“It seems to be an individual,” Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Huaming then mustered his courage and shouted towards that direction, but the person didn't respond.

All three people in the car were a bit tense.

At this late hour, the carriage is filled with a pale-faced Fu'er. And ahead of them, there's something strange... what could it be?

"I'll light the torch and take a look," Yang Huazhong said, then lit the torch.

Earlier on the journey, when they encountered places with poor road conditions, they used these torches to light their way. Just as they reached the village, they extinguished them.

Because they had Fu'er in their carriage, it was best to travel in the dark and not too brightly lit.

It is said that if the lighting is too bright, the spirit of Fuo will not return with them.

At this moment, as the torch flared to life, the shadowy figure that had been moving over there suddenly sprang up and dashed toward the road, running towards the carriage with a frantic cry.

The arrival was none other than the Jin clan.

“Oh my goodness, you nearly scared me to death!” Yang Yongqing patted his chest and said.

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Yang Huazhong said, "No wonder she didn't react when we shouted before. She only came out when the torch was lit. We should have thought of this earlier."

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The Jin family is deaf and mute, unable to hear or speak, but they can see.

Jin had already rushed to the front of the carriage. She looked at Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, raised her hand, and gestured...

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