After rebirth, the domineering empress chased her husband

The few people came to the last house. It was a wooden house, very old. Except for the four supporting pillars, the other wooden boards were all broken. Any damaged places were covered with some wooden boards and cloth.

In many places, sunlight and rain can even wash in at any time.

The whole house was in pieces and on the verge of collapsing, as if it would collapse if the wind and rain were strong enough.

Sister Xin walked to the door.

Standing outside the broken door.

"Is uncle and aunt here?"

She called out three times in succession.

I saw the door slowly open.

His face revealed a weathered look that looked like that of an eighty-year-old.

The whole face was almost covered with wrinkled skin.

The skeleton of the body was deformed and bent like a bow and arrow.

Even when she looked up, her eyes were invisible, only her sagging chin hanging from a layer of skin beneath her hat.

The hand that opened the door was like a skeleton, with a thin layer of skin covering the bones.

The old voice was hoarse and breathless.

One sentence seemed to use up all the strength in my body.

"Come on, come in! It's so late, you haven't eaten yet! Here are some vegetables, cook whatever you want."

After saying that, he turned around and sat on the tattered bed. The bed was pitch black, and the bedding was pitch black. There was not a clean spot.

There was a strong smell of stinky smell outside the door.

There was a broken table in the room, and the kettle on the table was pitch black.

The room was not very big, with a burnt-out fire inside and a pot hanging above it.

It was also extremely dark.

The ground was all mud, and the ground had been trampled flat over the years.

Next to the fire, there were black cutting utensils.

There were a few potatoes, green vegetables and dried corn on the table.

The walls are also decorated with openwork to make them look bright. After all, ordinary cloth cannot be used to keep out the wind and rain.

After a few people walked in.

Sister Xin's eyes revealed an even more unhappy expression, and she no longer tried to pretend.

Pinching nose with hand.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? You don't even clean the place. How can people live here when it's so dirty?"

The old man sat on the bed, his back hunched over like a cork.

"I'm old. The more I move, the more tired I feel. I'm exhausted from preparing food every day, let alone cleaning. But there's a room next door that's relatively clean. Let's live there."

Sister Xin rolled her eyes.

He came back to the fire and kicked the wood that was not yet completely burned.

"What the hell is this? It's such a modern age, and people are still using firewood to cook."

Then he looked at the food on the table.

"Oh my god, how can we eat this? There is no oil, just a packet of salt."

Sister Xin was talking.

The old man had sharp ears and listened to everything he said.

Sitting on the bed wiping tears.

"Who doesn't want to live a good life? My husband died when I was young. We had a son before he died. I raised him, but he was kidnapped abroad. Since then, no one has taken care of me. There is no point in living. My living conditions are poor. No one takes care of me when I am old. My body is weak, but I am lucky enough to not die. If I could die, it would be all over."

As he said this he started crying.

Sister Xin glanced at him with disdain and added.

"Yes, it's so tragic, but you're still alive. God has prevented you from dying, but you can't solve it on your own."

Leng Hanyan on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

Interjected.

She shouldn't have told her relatives.

But looking at this situation, Sister Xin could hardly hold back any longer.

Comfort.

"Grandma, don't be angry. Sister Xin is a talkative person. Don't bother her."

As he said this, he bent down and started to clean up.

After all, there is a lot of garbage on the ground, like a garbage dump.

I guess I won’t be able to stay here unless I clean and wash up.

Then he continued while doing it: "Sister Xin, where are your relatives? Why are you talking about them like that? Since they are your relatives, let's all help clean up together."

Actually, my impression of her wasn't that bad before.

But this time, I came among the poor people.

Only then can you truly see the true face.

Sarcastic and looks down on the poor.

Ugh.

She packed up helplessly and shook her head.

The child, Nan Jiu, also started to clean up.

The old man also saw it.

After cleaning up, it was already dark.

Sister Xin sat on a stool.

He was holding up his two lamb legs and stepping on the muddy ground.

Watching several people moving back and forth in the shabby little room.

The people in front of me started to blur.

"Hey, turn on the light. What the hell? You're so poor, you can't even have electricity."

The old man replied hoarsely in the darkness.

"Yes, yes."

Barely supporting the aging body.

Get up slowly.

Leng Hanyan quickly ran over to support him.

"Grandma, please sit down. You tell me where it is and I'll go open it."

Grandma pointed to a corner beside the bed in the dim light.

"See, that long line? Just pull it down and it will be open."

Leng Hanyan pulled down at the corner of the bed as instructed, and the light suddenly lit up like the sun breaking through the clouds.

But for lower wattage lamps, the light they provide in the room is quite weak.

The room was still dim and reddish, and those with good eyesight could see clearly, but to an eighty-year-old man, it seemed insignificant.

She glanced at the old man and felt deeply moved.

"Then grandma, the light is so dim, can you see clearly? It's late after dinner, can you see me?"

The old man said calmly, "I usually cook it early and eat it. I wanted to make breakfast today, but I am old and weak and my eyesight is not good. I am afraid that it will not be clean and you will not be able to eat it, so I will just wait for you to come and eat it."

Leng Hanyan rolled up his sleeves.

Looks like he has everything planned out for him.

"Don't worry, grandma. I'll ask my husband to cook something delicious for you. He's an expert at cooking."

The old lady smiled but said nothing.

Sister Xin glared fiercely.

"What's the matter? You installed such a dim light bulb. Aren't you afraid of falling to death because you can't see clearly?"

Grandma, no longer reply to her.

She continued chattering away.

Leng Hanyan searched the room thoroughly, but there were too few furnishings. Apart from a broken table, there was only an inconspicuous square cabinet next to it.

The old lady then said.

"There is some meat and rice in the cabinet over there. But my stomach is so hard that I can't eat much. So I don't know if it will be edible after a few days."

Leng Hanyan nodded and opened the cabinet. Perhaps the meat was on the top of the mountain. The temperature on the mountain was originally low, and there was an obvious chill especially at night.

The meat was white, but fortunately it wasn't smelly.

She took out the rice and meat and handed them to Nan Jiu.

Nan Jiu was responsible for washing the pot, so he just picked it up and put it into the pot.

The fire of wealth is rising.

Burn the skin in a pan until it turns black.

Then scrape it off with a knife.

Wash it and put it in the pot and continue cooking.

Leng Hanyan and the children took down the old man's bedding and washed it under the light of the moon.

After some operations, the house is much cleaner.

There is no previous bad smell.

Take a shower and Nanjiu’s meal is ready.

And Sister Xin seemed like a different person in just a few days.

Or maybe she is just that kind of person.

It’s just that human nature can be best seen when people are at their lowest point.

Put the dishes on the shabby table.

Nan Jiu felt.

"Everyone, dinner is ready."