FSC [QT] Chapter 88.3

Even though the amount of silver borrowed from each household was not particularly much, it still added up to more than ten or twenty taels.

The Yu family’s land had all been sold. When Yu Yan grew up and was able to work in the fields, he would have to rent land from the gentry. By then, he might not be able to save enough money in a whole year.

It sounded easy for him now, but how would he pay off these debts in the future?

“Yes, what does it have to do with you?”

Those who lent the money were a little tempted by Yu Yan’s promise. The old rule was that the son should pay the father’s debt. Now that Yu Yan and Yu Wu were still alive, they had to pay off the debt for Mrs. Yu.

But they were in the same village and would see each other every day. Wouldn’t they know what kind of life these two children were living?

Before Yu Fucai fell ill, Mrs. Yu loved her son quite a bit, but since Yu Fucai fell ill, this son, Yu Yan, had become a weed on the roadside.

Especially last year when Mrs. Yu wanted to sell her daughter, but Yu Yan desperately stopped her and bit her calf, Mrs. Yu even resented this son.

Poor Yu Yan, at such a young age, not only did he have to cook and wash clothes by himself, but he also had to shoulder the responsibility of raising his younger sister.

How could they bear to let such a sensible child bear such pressure for no reason?

“It is only natural to pay back a debt. I must pay it back. But I’m afraid uncles and aunts will have to wait for me for many years. I will pay it back one cent at a time, but there will always be a day when I can pay it back.”

Yu Yan’s attitude was firm. Faced with such a child, everyone present felt even more sorry for him.

“Then, let me be a witness for Yu Yan.”

The Village Chief walked in and heard the conversation just now.

He said, “You are an ambitious child. You have lived up to your great-grandfather’s reputation.

According to rumors, the great-grandfather of the Yu family was an official, but later, he fell into decline. Yu Fucai devoted himself to studying, hoping to recreate the glory of his ancestors.

For the oldest people in the village, the glory of the Yu family was only a legend, and no one had witnessed it with their own eyes. However, this did not prevent the Village Chief from boasting about Yu Yan with the legendary great-grandfather of the Yu family.

Now that the Village Chief had spoken, the matter was settled.

Although the villagers who had lent the money were still somewhat aggrieved, compared to losing the money completely, Yu Yan’s promise at least gave them more hope.

They did not expect Yu Yan to pay off all their debts, but they would accept him paying back as much as he could when he grew up.

It was not a good idea to keep the bodies of Yu Fucai and Mrs. Yu at home. Because Yu Fucai had tuberculosis and accidents could happen at any time, his coffin was prepared by Mrs. Yu a long time ago.

At this time, the Yu family had no money to buy another coffin. No matter how kind the villagers were, they could not afford to subsidize the funeral of Yu Fucai and his wife.

So everyone discussed and simply buried Mrs. Yu and Yu Fucai together. After all, Mrs. Yu was so infatuated, so this might be the ending that she wanted.

After she went underground, she could continue to work like a cow and a horse for her man.

The funeral was frugal.

There was no mourning or banquet. They just dug a pit next to the graves of the two elders of the Yu family and buried the couple. The carpenter in the village helped them set up a tombstone. The funeral was considered over.

“Xiao Wu, you have to cry.”

According to the custom of Xiaoxi Village, the louder the direct blood relatives of the deceased cried after the coffin was buried, the more filial they were.

Yu Yan hated the two dead people, but he knew that he could not show this in front of outsiders. Those people might understand them, brother and sister, but they would also stay away from them.

Ah Wu felt her ears itchy when hearing the whispers and subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

She was awake at the moment. She was not awake for much of the day. Most of the time she was in a daze, subconsciously reacting like a two or three-year-old child.

Perhaps because her soul and body were seriously out of harmony, her behavior was a little slow, causing people to mistakenly think that she was a little dazed.

The next second, Ah Wu felt the little boy beside her hugging her, and his little hand quickly brushed across her face. Ah Wu smelled the pungent smell of ginger, and her tear glands began to secrete tears uncontrollably.

Yu Yan looked at his sister who had red eyes with heartache, hugged her tightly, and then started to cry.

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