Beside a small river with green water outside the city, Yang Yuanqing saw his biological mother's grave, a small tomb alone, covered with snow, and a willow tree planted beside it. Willow branches droop on it. A monument was erected in front of the grave, which read "My sister is looking forward to the tomb, and my brother is standing."

Yang Yuanqing looked at the tomb silently, his nose felt bitter. This was his biological mother's tomb, and he was buried here alone, and he could not even enter the clan tomb.

My uncle lit the incense and whispered: "Pan Mother, your son Yuan Qing has come to see you. He has grown so big and has a great prospect. You can rest in peace in your eyes."

Yang Yuanqing slowly knelt down in front of his biological mother's grave, thinking about the discrimination and humiliation of the Yang family since childhood, a strong emotion hit his heart. He could no longer help but leaned in front of his mother's tombstone and cried bitterly.

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Yang Yuanqing held back his grief, wiped away his tears and said to his uncle: "I want to erect a monument for my mother again. In my name, and I also bought several acres of land nearby. Please ask my uncle to use bluestone to build a tomb for my mother. I will come back next year and the next year. I will also win an imperial edict for my mother, so that the county magistrate and the governor will come to worship her."

"Don't worry! I will do it for you."

Yang Yuanqing nodded, turned around and said to Niu Niu: "You can kneel down too!"

Niu Niu stepped forward and slowly knelt in front of the grave, kowtowed three times, and whispered: "Niu Niu has paid homage to my mother."

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Although he started to owe debts again, Lao Gao was very happy. Even though everyone voted for monthly votes, the more he voted, the more he paid off his debts, he would definitely pay it off slowly.
Chapter completed!