Jinxiu Nanzhi, determined to be the richest woman

He nodded and turned to observe the Yu family, a blue brick house with many white cloths hanging on it.

The original owner's family was captured by bandits. In order to save his life, he pushed the person off the cliff. He was not rescued. It is estimated that there is no funeral yet!

"Twilight, what are you thinking about?" Guan Qingyu looked at He Yi.

"Nothing, auntie, I want to come down and take a walk!"

"It's cold here, and you haven't recovered from your illness yet!"

"I'm fine, I just hit my head, everything else is fine!" He Yi struggled to get down.

Guan Qingyu had no choice but to ask Yu Jialiang to get the shoes. As soon as Yu Jialiang turned around, the two younger ones had already brought the shoes.

Although the original owner is tall, these shoes are not big. They are a small pair of pink shoes, and the fabric looks good.

"Twilight, come here!" Mrs. Yu waved to He Yi from the corridor.

He Yi stamped his feet before walking towards Mrs. Yu.

Walking up to Mrs. Yu, Mrs. Yu hugged He Yi into her arms.

"Twilight, do you know why the white cloth is hung in this courtyard?" the old lady said warmly.

The original owner was a five-year-old child, and he himself was wondering whether he should understand, but his five-year-old self knew it, so after thinking about it, he told the truth.

"I know!" He nodded.

"Then do you know who died this time?" Mrs. Yu continued to ask.

"I know, it's my parents!" He Yi continued to nod. He didn't know if it was related to the original owner, but he felt inexplicably sad.

"Okay, it's good that you know. From now on, you can just think of them as your parents when they have gone far away. Your parents also hope that you can be happy and happy. Do you understand?" Old Mrs. Yu touched Looking at He Yi's head, his eyes were already red.

Queen Mother He Yi looked at Old Mrs. Yu and reached out to wipe away the tears that fell from Old Mrs. Yu.

He Yi didn't cry, he just stayed quietly in Mrs. Yu's arms. Everyone in the courtyard was silent.

Later, Yu Muyun ran to the mourning hall while the adults were not looking. The mourning hall is the main room in the courtyard. It is very spacious inside. There are only two windows, which are not big and relatively high. When the sky gets dark, inside The lighting is the candles inside, two white candles.

He Yi found a relatively high stool and struggled to pull it to the coffin. He didn't know why he insisted on looking at it.

Lying on the coffin, lying inside were the parents of the original owner, their faces pale, and they were going to be buried in two days.

"Hey! Twilight, how come you climbed so high!" Guan Qingyu came over to light the lamp and saw He Yi standing on the stool and lying on the coffin.

"I want to see, I want to remember, so that I won't forget them!" He Yi looked back at Guan Qingyu.

"Do you remember that?" Guan Qingyu supported He Yi.

"See clearly!" He nodded, and Guan Qingyu hugged the person down.

"You can't climb that high in the future, you know?"

Later, He Yi was taken to dinner and also met the original owner's aunt. The original owner's aunt went to the embroidery workshop to work as an embroiderer, earning almost 20 cents a day, which could be regarded as saving for her dowry.

"Twilight, come here, Auntie will feed you!"

When He Yizheng was thinking, Yu Jiaxi called He Yi, holding a bowl in his hand.

He Yi was stunned for a moment, but Yu Jiaxi came over to hug him, and He Yi came back to his senses.

"Aunt, I can do it myself!" He Yi stretched out his hand to take Yu Jiaxi's bowl.

"My aunt has been feeding you these past few years, and you haven't learned anything. How could you?" Yu Jiaxi avoided He Yi's hand.

He Yi looked at his chubby hands, feeling that he had been fed spoon by spoon to create such a figure.

"My parents are gone. I want to grow up quickly. I want to eat by myself. I'm five years old. I can do it! And I have my own younger brother. I have to take care of him!" He Yi insisted.

The little baby held by Grandma Fu next to her was being held and drinking rice soup. This was the only one in the house that could be fed.