The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

He had always been worried that Yang Xiaochuan would remain childless for life.

As for Yang Dachuan and Yang Da’an, he had no more instructions to give; both families were doing well, with sons and daughters. That’s how the elderly are, always more concerned about those who aren’t faring as well.

"It seems I won’t live to see my great-grandson." Old Yang sighed at this point and motioned to Yang Chuxia, "Bring Yangyang and Lele to me for a last look; this will suffice for my lifetime. Take care of the family as best as you can after I’m gone!"

"Grandpa, don’t worry, I know what to do."

He didn’t specifically ask her to take care of the fourth branch of the family; perhaps, Old Yang had come to terms with it.

Not much was said before Old Yang started to gasp for breath again; it felt like he was exhaling more than he was inhaling.

Yang Chuxia then hurried back home to carry the two children over.

"Lele, Yangyang, call out to your great-grandpa!"

Hearing that his great-grandsons had arrived, Old Yang’s cloudy eyes opened; Yang Chuxia felt a pang of sadness watching him struggle just to open them.

"Lele, Yangyang..."

The two little dumplings, with their big eyes, stared at the old man on the bed, somewhat bewildered.

"Lele, this is your great-grandpa, say hello."

Lele looked at his mother and then at the person on the bed, "Great-grandpa... great-grandpa..."

Yangyang too, looking on, stretched out his hand and called, "Gre... gre..."

Lele himself started speaking early; now he could say one word at a time, three words in total, but it was a bit challenging for him to say two words together.

Yangyang, on the other hand, started talking later than Lele, and until now had only been able to say one word.

Old Yang, seeing the two small babies calling him, smiled contentedly.

After a while, Old Yang gently waved his hand, indicating that everyone should go out; he needed to rest. Having spoken so much, he was tired, leaving only Yang Dachuan by his side to attend to him.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Yang Chuxia conferred with Ms. Wang, "Mother, make sure everything that needs to be prepared is ready."

"I have arranged everything."

"Has father had that thing made?" she was referring to the coffin, which people say serves as a dwelling in the afterlife, and hence descendants try to procure the best coffin they can for their elders, believing that a better coffin ensures a better residence in the next world.

"Yes, it has been made. Your father bought some high-quality timber early on, zelkova, I heard. Uncle Dayong helped to prepare it last year, and it was painted red again a few days ago."

Yang Chuxia nodded at this.

Though Old Yang had a hard life, he had spent his last few years in peace, which could be considered enjoying his twilight years. Now that he was leaving, he wouldn’t have to be wrapped in a cold mat; a zelkova coffin was as good as one made of nanmu wood, both of which are high quality and only affordable for wealthy families. Those without much money would make do with a willow wood coffin.

Hadn’t he had a dutiful son, he wouldn’t have been able to afford the zelkova wood.

"Grand... grandma..." While the mother and daughter talked, Yangyang, cradled in Yang Chuxia’s arms, stretched out his hands toward Ms. Wang, wanting to be held by her. Unable to pronounce ’grandmother’ clearly, he settled for ’grand’.

"Oh, my sweet grandson, do you want grandma to hold you?"

Ms. Wang hurried to extend her arms and take him into her embrace. Once in Ms. Wang’s arms, Yangyang wrapped his hands around her neck and cooed enthusiastically, "Hug, hug..." delighting Ms. Wang, who planted a kiss on him. Then he looked back at Yang Chuxia and giggled, his little face oozing pride as if to say, see, she kisses me and not you.

Yang Chuxia pinched his cheek, amused.

Yet Lele, being held by Li’s mother, cast a sidelong glance at Yangyang and slowly uttered three words, "Brother’s silly!"