Chapter 19: Return to Mentou Village
Dim, yellow light spilled over the modest dining table, casting a warm glow upon everything. Lin Yu sat on the slightly wobbly wooden stool, watching his mother and younger sister, his heart filled with the comfort of being home.
His mother, Wang Yufen, placed the last dish of steamed oysters on the table and smiled as she called out, “Yu’er, little sister, come and eat.”
These oysters had just been dug up by Wang Yufen from the rocky shore by the sea—fresh, large, and plump. The shells were slightly open, revealing the tender meat inside. There was little else by the seaside, but oysters were abundant. Yet, they were not the most tantalizing to the family.
What truly made their mouths water was the steaming bowl of rice.
The rice had been cooked in a large pot, releasing an inviting fragrance—the very taste of home. The cabbage and kelp soup gently swayed in a chipped, coarse porcelain bowl, the surface dotted with a faint sheen of oil.
Lin Yu first served a bowl of rice to his mother, then ladled some soup for his sister. Only then did the family begin to eat.
Wang Yufen took a few bites, as if recalling something, then set down her chopsticks and looked at Lin Yu with concern. “Xiao Yu, why did you bring the donkey cart back again?”
Lin Yu swallowed his food and lightly wiped his mouth. “Mom, I want to go back to Mentou Village tomorrow. We’ll still need the donkey cart, so I brought it back.”
“Mentou Village?” Wang Yufen was startled, her brows furrowing. “Why do you want to go there? We cut ties with that family long ago. There’s no need to have any dealings with them.”
Mentioning his stepfather’s family, Wang Yufen’s expression instantly darkened.
After remarrying, what kind of life had she endured? She worked the fields, did all the housework—a family of parasites, lazy and useless, who mistreated her children.
Seeing his mother’s displeasure, Lin Yu quickly smiled. “Mom, what are you thinking? Why would I go to their house? I’m going to find Aunt Wang Sangu. Isn’t there a pair of big poplar trees on the hillside behind her house? We’re building a house, and we’ll need timber. Lumber from the forest is too expensive, so I want to ask if we can buy some.”
Hearing this, Wang Yufen’s face relaxed considerably. “So it’s like that. But if you go, their family will definitely gossip.”
“Let them say whatever they want! Just ignore them,” Lin Yu reassured her. “Mom, don’t worry. Besides, I’m just buying wood. Nothing else will happen. We have our own life now; we have to take care of what needs to be done.”
Lin Yao blinked her big eyes, glancing between her mother and brother. “Brother, don’t go. What if they hurt you?”
The little one was clearly frightened. The stepfather’s family had left a heavy shadow over her childhood. Her words only deepened Wang Yufen’s worry. “Yes, Yang Shulin’s not a decent man; he’s a beast. If he tries to hurt you... you’d better not go. If you must, go to another village instead.”
“Mom, it’s nothing. It’s not that easy to run into him. You know he’s just a drunk who hides somewhere during the day to drink. If worst comes to worst, I’ll just avoid him,” Lin Yu said with a calm face, though his heart sank. Did they still think he was the same Lin Yu from before? If he dared to make a move, one whip from him would settle things.
“No, if you really want to go, I’ll come with you,” Wang Yufen decided after a moment.
Helplessly, Lin Yu nodded.
He knew his mother had other thoughts. After all, there was still a child over there—wounds to the bone and sinew. She was her own flesh and blood; how could she not worry?
The next day.
As dawn broke, the sky revealed only a faint glimmer of pale light. A trace of autumn’s chill quietly hung in the air, cool and crisp.
Lin Yu had already driven the donkey cart to the courtyard gate. The donkey seemed to sense the morning chill, flicking its tail and snorting, its breath forming a fine mist in the air.
Lin Yu jumped down and quietly woke his mother and sister. “Mom, Yao Yao, it’s time to go.”
Wang Yufen and Lin Yao rose quickly, tidied themselves briefly, and followed Lin Yu outside.
Lin Yu helped his mother onto the cart, lifted Lin Yao up, then nimbly jumped onto the shaft himself. With a sharp whistle and a crisp crack of the whip, the donkey cart slowly set off toward Mentou Village.
Beyond the village lay a winding dirt road.
On both sides stretched endless fields. The crops had started to turn golden, swaying gently in the breeze like waves on a sea of gold. Dewdrops clung to the roadside weeds, sparkling like strings of jewels in the morning light.
In the distance, the rolling mountains were tinged with patches of autumn hues. What once was lush greenery now showed signs of mottling—some leaves turning yellow, others faintly red—like a colorful oil painting.
As the sun rose higher, its golden rays warmed the earth, dispelling some of the chill. The donkey cart rumbled along the uneven dirt path with a creak and groan. Lin Yao sat on the cart, eyes wide with curiosity, pointing excitedly at the scenery. “Brother, look at that big tree—the leaves are all yellow!”
Lin Yu glanced in the direction she pointed and smiled. “Yes, autumn’s coming. The leaves are changing colors.”
Indeed, the scenery of this era was breathtaking—the mountains clear and water pure, the sky a deep azure, and clouds fluffy like cotton balls.
After two or three hours of travel, the outline of Mentou Village gradually appeared. Wisps of smoke curled up from the village, and in the sunlight, it seemed draped in a delicate veil, peaceful and serene.
As they neared the entrance, Lin Yao instinctively shrank into her mother’s arms, no longer as cheerful as before.
“Don’t be afraid, Yao Yao. We’ll buy the wood and leave right away,” Lin Yu comforted her with a smile.
The village had become a source of dread for the little one, but she couldn’t be left behind alone—too young for that. Wang Yufen began soothing her gently, trying to calm the child’s fears.
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