Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 289 - 55: In the Palm of the Buddha

"Aunt, I haven’t finished speaking yet. The main point is how to treat it," Xiao Xian’s words really hit the nail on the head. Zhuo Feng hurriedly continued, talking about how to prevent frost damage on fruit trees, moving on to trimming the diseased branches and leaves, then loosening the soil again, improving the field, and finally using the prepared potion to clean the spots and the cuts from the pruned branches and leaves, which made Old Lady Feng nod and shake her head.

The loosening of soil and pruning were easy to handle, but when it came to how many times to dilute iodine, how many times to mix the solution, Old Lady Feng couldn’t understand. Just think about the villagers who use traditional methods to plant fruit trees – experts on fruit trees seldom visit the village in a year, let alone understand such complicated names just by hearing them, which could easily confuse the farmers.

"Aunt, this is simple. We can just buy the ready-made potion from the street and let Grandma bring it back. And didn’t you just say in the room that you would take Grandma out shopping?" Old hens and tens of pounds of potatoes and apples were carried over, surely carrying back a few bottles of undiluted pesticide wouldn’t be difficult.

"Oh, right, mom, what do you think?" Zhuo Feng carefully looked at Old Lady Feng. freewebnσvel.cøm

Going shopping? Old Lady Feng had been to Beijing two or three times, once was to attend her son and daughter-in-law’s wedding banquet, and everyone was busy at that time, so no one suggested taking her to explore Beijing.

The second time was when she and Zhuo Feng parted on bad terms. Old Lady Feng was so upset that she couldn’t even recognize directions, let alone have the mood to stroll around.

This time was her third visit. Unexpectedly, her daughter-in-law suggested taking her out to the streets.

"Grandma, where do you want to go? Tiananmen, Wangfujing, Beihai Park, all these places are fun, you can visit any of them," Xiao Xian listed the places, some of which even she hadn’t visited yet; after all, she wasn’t truly Chinese, and she wasn’t keen on those places considered "touristic landmarks" by Chinese locals.

But Old Lady Feng was different. Her generation grew up under the red flag, listening to revolutionary songs, watching photos of Chairman Mao. In her several visits to Beijing, her most desired place to visit was Tiananmen, to see Chairman Mao’s photo. But her son never mentioned it, and her daughter-in-law wasn’t her biological daughter, so she couldn’t bring up the matter of spending money herself.

"Just go to Tiananmen to have a look; other places cost money, right?" Old Lady Feng finally managed to utter a sentence.

Hearing this, Zhuo Feng suddenly slapped his thigh, "Before going to Tiananmen, let’s go somewhere else first, and later find Feng Xing in his office and all go to Quanjude for a meal."

At that moment, Feng Xing was also unsettled in his office, occasionally looking at the office phone, resisting the urge to call back home.

Just don’t start a quarrel. Feng Xing knew some of Zhuo Feng’s dislikes towards his mother’s habits, but after all, she was the mother who struggled to raise him. There were some things, even Zhuo Feng never mentioned.

Feng Xing was a posthumous child; when he was young, his family was poor, and the apple cultivation industry had not developed. Feng Xing’s biological father used to carry bricks to supplement the family’s income for the town’s brick factory.

Old Lady Feng was just over twenty when she first became pregnant with Feng Xing. When she was about to give birth at home, the village received bad news: Feng Xing’s father had been killed by a brick-carrying truck during his work.

A woman who was pregnant, with no support in her impoverished maternal home, Old Lady Feng gritted her teeth and married a widower in the village who had no sons. It was agreed at the time that after Feng Xing was born, the man would treat Feng Xing as his own son, but good times didn’t last. When Feng Xing was three years old, Old Lady Feng got pregnant and bore the widower a son.

Once the widower had his own son, his treatment of Feng Xing worsened day by day. While the younger could eat cornbread, Feng Xing, being older, could only drink thin porridge. All the heavy work at home was also assigned to him.

The injustices her son suffered were all witnessed by Old Lady Feng, but she dared not speak up, only secretly hiding some good food to save for Feng Xing. When the old widower found out, she unavoidably faced another bout of beating and scolding.

From that time, Feng Xing vowed that if he ever got married, he would cherish his wife for life.

No matter how tough the days were, as long as one endured, there was a way out. Ultimately, Feng Xing made his mother proud; with the savings from eggs and duck eggs collected by Old Lady Feng, he finished high school. During the college entrance exams, he achieved third place in their county and received a scholarship from the government, moving from Shandong to Beijing, completed his university education, passed the civil service exam, and thoroughly changed his destiny from a farmer toiling in the fields.

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