Chapter 822: Contradicting the Old Lady

"Take it! Your grandma has never had ginseng chicken soup in her life! When I was young, there were many children in the family, and your grandma was reluctant to eat anything. She kept all the delicious food for me. I am unfilial! I just ate it like that!"

Gao Guilan felt sadder and sadder. She kept talking about her mother's hard work and regretted being selfish and not loving her!

Zheng Xinyue turned and ran to the warehouse, entered the space and caught a fat chicken, dug a good ginseng, cut it in half and took it out of the space.

Coming out of the warehouse, I saw my mother standing in a daze in the sun with a backpack on her back. Her ruddy face was pale now.

"Mom, let's go!"

Zheng Xinyue tied the two feet of the chicken with a hemp rope and hung it on the handlebars later. She put the ginseng in the backpack, locked the door, and pulled her absent-minded mother out of the village.

"Xinyue, what are you doing?"

The old man under the big tree saw Zheng Xinyue walking out of the village and waved to greet her. The old man was very curious and wanted to chat with Fuxing for more blessings.

"I'm going to see my grandma."

Zheng Xinyue answered with good temper, and as a result, these old people sighed.

"Guilan is so filial! My daughter is like she doesn't have a mother like me after she got married. She is not seen all year round."

"How many good things did she bring? A basket! Mother Gao is more blessed than us!"

These envious voices were gradually left behind by the mother and daughter.

"Mom, I'll carry you and walk faster."

Zheng Xinyue left the village to a stable place and got on the bicycle to carry her mother.

"Forget it, let's go!"

Gao Guilan was upset and anxious. She wanted to fly to her mother's house, but when she saw such a big bicycle, she felt sorry for her daughter and didn't want her to carry herself.

Zheng Xinyue was really unsure, and was afraid that her mother would fall, so she put the backpack she was carrying on the back seat of the car and clamped it with a bicycle clamp. Gao Guilan supported her from behind, and the mother and daughter pushed the car like this, and walked dozens of miles of mountain roads to the first brigade of Baoguo Commune.

It was already evening when they arrived here. The setting sun cast a layer of misty red gauze over the entire mountain area. The smoke from the small mountain village curled up, and it looked like a dynamic painting from a distance, peaceful and quiet, beautiful enough to make people linger and reluctant to look away.

But neither of them was in the mood to appreciate this quiet beauty. They were already very tired after walking all the way, but when they arrived in the village, they couldn't help but speed up.

The Gao family lived in the middle of the village. The courtyard was very large, and the house was one of the best in the village. The front and back yards together were about two acres of land. The potatoes planted in the front yard and the corn planted in the back yard were not wasted at all, and all the food was planted.

The courtyard is divided into the main house and two side rooms. The old lady lives in the main house, and the two sons live in the east and west wing rooms. It is basically the same layout as the Zheng family.

The mother and the daughter pushed the bicycle into the courtyard. Just after they parked the bicycle under the window and were about to unload the backpack, they heard the old lady's scolding from the house.

"You are all black-hearted people. You can't wait to see me die of illness, right? Guilan! Look at your cruel brother and sister-in-law. Mom is almost dying of illness and you still give me rice noodle porridge? I can't poop anymore. Old man, take me away! I don't want to suffer here."

"Mom, no matter how good Guilan is, it was me and my sister-in-law who served you before you? She didn't even come to see you when you were sick. You gave her so much before. She is also a conscienceless person."

Gao Yongtai's wife was annoyed by her mother-in-law's scolding and muttered in a low voice.

"What are you mumbling about?"