Chapter 186 Grandma
She found the address and asked a passerby for directions, who pointed towards a small building at the end of the village.
It was a typical rural house, somewhat old, with weather-beaten terracotta and white ceramic tiles on the exterior walls. It was autumn, and the sun-drying yard was filled with corn cobs, cowpeas, and chili peppers; under the eaves were piled sweet potatoes, potatoes, and plenty of fresh vegetables, with some grain scattered around, and a few chickens pecking back and forth.
This house exuded a fully pastoral and tranquil air, completely different from the bleakness she had imagined for a lonely, elderly person.
Standing there, unsure of what to do, an elderly woman came out of the house, thin and stooped, with a head of white hair.
If she wasn’t mistaken, this was her Grandma, who must be in her eighties by now. Although bent like an old tree and shuffling her steps, she was carrying a shoulder pole, stuffing sweet potatoes, potatoes, and vegetables into the carrying baskets, filling two baskets to the brim, about to lift the pole and walk off.
She hurriedly took a few steps forward, wanting to call out but her lips and teeth felt clumsy.
The old woman saw her, looked her over with cloudy eyes, but said nothing and continued walking out with the pole.
"Gran... Grandma..." she blurted out anxiously, reasoning that even under normal circumstances, one would call an elderly woman Grandma, let alone when this might actually be her own Grandma.
The old woman heard her, and looked up at her again.
"Grandma..." she felt uncomfortable, this self-introduction was hard to make, but since she had come, she had no choice, "I... my surname is Tu... I am... Tu Chenggong’s daughter..."
Her voice was very soft, managing to say "I am Tu Chenggong’s daughter" was already quite difficult.