AWB Chapter 66 My Holy Mother (The End)
Chapter 66 My Holy Mother (The End)
The countryside is full of life in the morning, with children running and playing in the fields, their laughter echoing throughout the village.
Qingmo quietly held her milk tea while playing on her phone.
The Holy Mother was washing a mountain of clothes. Ah, this used to be the work of the original owner.
The Holy Mother was pregnant, but she didn't know who the father was. Kong Xiang sat beside her, still not used to being blind and unable to do anything.
Wow, what a beautiful scene.
A group of people arrived in a menacing manner. Oh, it was Zhou Yao and his family who brought a large group of people.
Seeing the commotion, Mother Mary was a little intimidated and timidly asked, "Brother Zhou, what's the matter?"
Zhou Yao's father: "Heh, what is it? Did you intend to harm my Zhou Yao? After getting Kong Xiang's cornea transplant, my Zhou Yao not only went blind, but also suffered from eye pain day and night. You must give us an explanation."
Mother Mary: "This, this should be taken to the hospital to be checked. Maybe the surgery wasn't done properly? There's nothing wrong with Old Kong's eyes."
Zhou Yao's father: "Who knows if you did it on purpose? Nobody asked you to donate. You ran out excitedly to donate, but in the end, it was Kong Xiang who donated. Are you sick and deliberately trying to harm our Zhou Yao? Are you jealous that our Zhou Yao is successful? Bah! Pay up!"
After a final argument, the two families insisted that Zhou Liping pay 10,000 yuan in compensation, but the family only had 3,000 yuan, so they could only write an IOU.
The family is now destitute, and the "saintly mother" has set her sights on Qingmo again, wanting her to go out and work, saying that staying at home is boring.
"Hehe, Mom, my dear Mom, how could it be boring? Home is beautiful with clear water and fresh air. It's the city that's boring. I have to stay home to take care of you."
Holy Mother: Why don't you take care of her then?
She was broke and life was hard; she couldn't even get meat or vegetables at meals. She didn't care what they ate, as long as she wouldn't go hungry.
Eat and drink as you please, don't take anything to heart. Let her have some fun first, and then we'll call it a day. It's not that interesting.
Qingmo would sit at her doorstep playing on her phone, and whenever someone passed by, she would ask them where they were going.
"Oh! Aunt Liu, where are you going? Turning over the soil? That's too hard for you to do all by yourself. My mom said she wants to help you. Mom, come out quickly and help Aunt Liu turn over the soil."
"Hey, Uncle Zhang, are you going to the field to pull weeds? Wait a minute, Mom, could you go help Uncle Zhang pull the weeds?"
"Hey, is Auntie Pang going to water the manure? Mom, go help Auntie Pang water the vegetables."
She had a smile on her face, and everyone she met praised Qingmo for being a child who knew how to help others, saying that she really inherited her mother's good genes.
Doesn't Mother Mary like playing the saint? She'd definitely be willing to do all these good deeds.
When your happiness is built on the suffering of others, it may be immoral, but it is indeed true happiness.
The blind father is adapting well and can do some household chores, such as cleaning, mopping, and doing some handicrafts.
Qingmo is such a precious little darling; she manages the whole house perfectly. This family would fall apart without her.
After ten months of pregnancy, the Virgin Mary gave birth to a son whose father was unknown.
Qingmo then jumped out again. She had already observed that there was a couple in the next village who couldn't have children and wanted to adopt one.
“Mom, how can you bear to let someone be left without children to care for them in their old age? You’re not just saving one person, you’re saving a whole family. What a kind mother you are.”
After Qingmo's extensive publicity, the Holy Mother gave her son away, and her virtue was praised by the villagers.
She's so kind; she'll be blessed.
Another year passed, and Qingmo felt she had had enough fun, so she gave Zhou Yao a puppet talisman.
That day, Qingmo went to the city to play and was not at home. That night, a big fire broke out in their house, killing seven people: Holy Mother, Kong Xiang, Wu Liang, and four old bachelors.
Nobody knows why so many people were at her house late at night. All that's known is that seven people were burned to death, and Zhou Yao committed suicide in front of her house.
After Zhou Yao burned down their house, he cried and laughed loudly at the front door, saying that this was retribution for their destruction of him, and then he took a kitchen knife and slit his own throat.
This is a strange thing. Zhou Yao, who is blind, was able to find her house and set it on fire, and none of the people inside managed to escape.
When Qingmo returned from the city and received this devastating news, she fainted from crying three times. She insisted on completing the funeral arrangements before leaving this sorrowful place.
Ha, they should all be dead. The Holy Mother made the original owner, a teenage girl, deliver food and supplies to old bachelors. Didn't she think about what she would experience?
In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.
If Buddha won't save you, I will.
Move to a big city, take out a jade thumb ring, exchange it for millions, buy a small house and settle down.
For people who prefer staying at home, as long as they have money, food, drink, and a mobile phone, they won't be bored. Sometimes they might want to go out and see the world, but after seeing the world and coming back, life will eventually return to normal.
Everyone has a different definition of happiness. As long as Qingmo can live, live well, and not wrong herself, she is happy. Those dramatic things are not important.
She went to Myanmar and bought hundreds of millions of yuan worth of raw stones to stockpile. She can't just use her savings to stockpile them; after all, she's a Pixiu (a mythical creature believed to bring wealth and prosperity).
It's enough to know she hoarded it; there's no need to introduce it in every world. She really only hoarded a few things. If you talk about it in every world, isn't that just padding the word count?
This world is full of life. Qingmo lived to be 73 years old, living a simple and uneventful life, without passion or surprises.
"Ding, congratulations on completing the mission. We will take you away from this world immediately."
"Ding, area score settled: 1000, balance: 8120"
The middle stage of transformation.
"Xiao Wu, let's start the next task."