The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 3944: Death Without Regret

As soon as Zi Chuan's words left her mouth, both Mu Zi Chuan and Yang Ru Qing in the same room understood what she meant. She was again pressuring them into marriage in a different way.

Yang Ruoqing pretended not to hear, standing by the bed and bending over to pull at the bedding.

Mu Zi Chuan was a little embarrassed, and he said to his mother: "Mother, you will definitely live a long life. Don't say those things about death, it's unlucky."

"You're just changing the subject," said Zi Chuan's wife, pulling at the corner of her mouth. "Every time I try to talk to you about marriage, you come up with excuses to get rid of me."

"Today, right here in front of your sister Qing'er, you give your mother a straight answer. When will I see you get married? Will I ever be able to see it in my lifetime? Just give me a clear answer!" she said.

Mu Zi Chuan's face flushed red. He glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who had already turned away. His eyes flickered, his heart pounding with guilt. For a moment, he wished he could find a crack in the ground to hide in.

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"Mother, it's almost time, it's almost time…" he mumbled.

Zi Chuan's mother said, "Soon? How soon is soon? Every time I ask you, you say soon. Now the child of Tang Ya Zi, who's your same age, is nine years old, and I still haven't seen your wife!"

Mu Zi Chuan could only awkwardly accompany the smile.

“There's a breakthrough, there really is…” he murmured.

Zi Chuan's mother said, "You have eyebrows? Don't keep using this excuse to get out of it!"

"These past few years you've said there were developments, but Mother hasn't seen you bring a single woman home." She continued.

"Zichuan, no matter if you are tall or short, fat or thin, black or white,"

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“Don't worry about her family background anymore. As long as she is gentle, virtuous, and can take care of your daily needs, such as cooking hot meals for you when you return home, her mother will be content!”

"You're almost thirty now, and you're still single. Mother just looks at you and feels so heartbroken!"

"I can't take care of you for the rest of your life. When the time comes, I'll close my eyes and kick my legs, and leave you alone. Even in the afterlife, I won't be at peace."

"If you settle down soon, your mother would die without a worry!"

Zi Chuan's mother held Mu Zi Chuan's hand, her voice heavy with emotion as she spoke each word carefully.

Mu Zichuan hung his head, like a child who had done something wrong. Besides nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice and occasionally muttering "um," he couldn't say anything else.

But as an observer, Yang Ruqing on the sidelines, watching and listening, her eyes suddenly turned red.

A parent's love is truly boundless. Though her stepmother suffers from a terminal illness, her heart still hangs onto Mu Zi Chuan.

In this world, maternal love and paternal love are truly the greatest. No words can express even a fraction of their immensity!

Zichu's face gradually grew weary.

At this moment, the bed was also made. Mu Zichuan politely discussed with his mother: "Mother, please rest well. My son won't go anywhere, just stay at home and accompany you."

Zichuan nodded and glanced at Yang Ruoqing again: "My goddaughter's bed looks so comfortable, I'll take a nap. Ruoqing, you do as you please."

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Yang Ruqing nodded: "Mother, you go to sleep. I'll make some millet porridge for you at night and some snacks."

Suba's mother smiled kindly and nodded her head.

Yang Ruqing supported her to the bedside and squatted down to help her take off her shoes. Seeing Zichuan's well-crafted, meticulously sewn shoes, she couldn't help but think of all the seasonal shoes that Zichuan had made for her family, including Luobao and the other two children over the past few years.

Even, at this moment, the shoes she herself wore on her feet were given by Lady Shizuru, embroidered with patterns that even skilled artisans like Mrs. Sun and Ping'er couldn't help but praise.

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Just like writing, embroidery styles are unique to each individual. While everyone can write, each person's handwriting has its own distinct style.

This represents the personality of the writer. Similarly, the stitch patterns can also reflect the temperament of the needlewoman.

The Sun family's way is simple, yet solid.

Ping'er's exquisite and beautiful craftsmanship.

As for Zichuan's mother, Sun and Ping gave her a high evaluation, describing her as someone with a heart that was clear and perceptive.

As soon as Yang Ruqing thought about never being able to wear these shoes again, her heart ached with a mix of sadness and disappointment.

But she still raised her head and told Kawashima's mother here: "My mother and aunts are also very concerned about you, auntie. My mother asked me to tell you to take good care of yourself and rest well. Tomorrow morning, they will come over to chat with you."

Visits are not possible in the afternoon, everyone understands.

"My daughter, this is a busy time for farming. Your mother and grandmother are both very busy. You should tell them on my behalf that I don't mind waiting. Just ask them to focus on their work first, and come visit me when they have some free time."

Yang Ruqing smiled sweetly: "Well, I'll be sure to pass the message along."

After lying down for a while, Mizuki fell asleep.

Yang Ruqing and Mu Zichuan stood in the west room for a moment before lowering the curtain and quietly retreating. They came to the east room to make the bed for Mu Zichuan.

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"My mother hasn't spoken so much in one go for a long time. Perhaps she ate well at midday and has a bit more energy now!"

Mukizuka and Yang Ruqing whispered, "Ruqing, thanks to you, my mother's appetite has opened up. After I finish making the bed, I want to ask you for advice on cooking!"

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, looking at Mu Zichuan with a hint of disbelief.

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“Am I hearing this right? You, a man of such stature, are going to learn how to cook? If my memory serves me right, someone once said: 'A gentleman keeps his distance from the kitchen,' didn't they?” she quipped.

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Mu Zichuan flushed red and said, "Things change with time."

"My mother is ill, and as her son, it is my duty to attend to her bedside. Yet, I can't even boil a pot of water. No matter how many books I read, what good are they?"

"Emperor Wen, the third son of Emperor Gaozu of Han, was initially enfeoffed as the King of Dai. His mother, Lady Bo, was frail and ill, so Emperor Wen served her diligently for three years without removing his clothes to administer medicine."

It is said that he personally tasted every bowl of medicinal soup before allowing his mother to eat it.

During the Wei and Jin dynasties, there was a man of great learning and talent. Like me, he had lost his father at an early age and lived in poverty with his widowed mother.

“When the widow was alive, she feared thunder. After her death, she was buried in the woods behind the village. Every time it rained and thundered, this person would run to her mother’s grave and kneel down to appease her,”

"Tell his mother not to be afraid, for he is with her."

“Alas, my parents, who bore me with toil and hardship! Alas, my parents, who nurtured me with exhaustion. Father, you gave birth to me; Mother, you cherished me. You nourished and raised me, lengthening my years and nurturing me. How can I repay your kindness? Heaven is boundless, its mercy infinite.”

"Therefore, from today onwards, I Mu Zichuan will personally cook and attend to my mother myself!"

He straightened his chest and looked fiercely ahead.

Seeing his unwavering demeanor, Yang Ruqing's face showed a hint of admiration.

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“The tree wants to be still, but the wind does not stop; the son wants to raise his parents, but his parents are not waiting.” Yang Ruocheng said.

"Zi Chuan, since you've made up your mind, I will naturally give you my full support. Let me make the bed for you, and then I'll teach you how to cook congee. We'll start with the simplest one first,"

I believe that with your talent, you will surely grasp it immediately!

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