Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

In fact, the reason why the old couple did not move to Jizhou to live with their son was that they were always thinking about Xiuying. They were worried that Xiuying would feel lonely and desolate when she saw the girls around her grow up and leave home one by one, without the company of their relatives.

"Madam! Madam!" Daya trotted into the main hall from outside, her face full of excitement, "The eldest and second young ladies are back!"

Xiuying stood up with the hot water bottle in her hand, her eyes full of surprise. At the same time, she heard the familiar voices of her two daughters coming from far away.

"Mom, I'm back!" Taohua and Shiliu walked hand in hand into the main hall, followed closely by Awang and Afan.

"Aunt Xiuying, we are back."

The two daughters hurried forward impatiently, one of them affectionately holding Xiuying's arm and calling out in a tender voice:

"mother."

"mother."

Xiuying's eyes were filled with heartache. "Thank you for your hard work along the way, my precious daughters." Then she turned to Daya, "Daya, quickly bring the hot Tremella soup over to warm us all up."

Peach Blossom and Pomegranate turned around again and called out sweetly:

"Grandma"

"Grandfather."

Father and Mother Yang looked at their graceful granddaughter, nodded continuously, and said in unison: "Children, you have worked hard on the journey."

Mother Yang smiled from ear to ear, "What do you want to eat today? It's been a long time since you've tasted grandma's cooking. Whatever you want, grandma will make it for you right away."

Taohua's eyes lit up and she couldn't wait to say, "I want to eat the dumplings my grandma made."

Shi Liu also agreed: "Yes, yes, there are pork and cabbage fillings, and leeks and eggs fillings. I've been craving them for a long time."

Mother Yang smiled happily, "Okay, okay, I'll do it right away."

Taohua and Shiliu looked at each other and followed Yang's mother's footsteps, "Let's go make dumplings together."

……

Ma Caifeng, with her big round belly, stood quietly in the yard, her eyes fixed on the direction of the village entrance. She had just seen two carriages passing by, with Taohua and Shiliu in them.

Wang Fuping looked at his daughter with heartache and quickly stepped forward to persuade her, "My daughter, it's very cold today. Go inside and sit down. Don't catch a cold. Look at you now. You're pregnant. You have to be careful."

Ma Caifeng gently touched her bulging belly, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, and slowly turned around. Just then, the clear rumbling of a carriage suddenly came from the village entrance. The mother and daughter subconsciously looked towards the village entrance again.

Wang Fuping speculated, "This looks like a government carriage. Maybe Qingfeng has returned."

Ma Caifeng lowered her head slightly and sighed softly. She knew in her heart that Zhuiying was someone close to the emperor and came from a noble family. Such a relationship was ultimately a luxury for her. She was just overthinking it.

Wang Fuping looked at the official-looking carriage, his eyes filled with heartache, and said softly, "Don't worry, my daughter. Your father and I will take good care of you and your unborn child. Look, our family has accumulated some wealth now, and we're sure you and your child will live a comfortable life."

As she spoke, Wang Fuping stared at the carriage, which had circled the mountain road and was now slowly approaching her home. She was immediately overwhelmed with excitement, and frantically shook Ma Caifeng's hand, her voice trembling with excitement: "Look, my girl! The carriage is coming! The carriage is coming!"

Ma Caifeng was struck by the shout. She suddenly raised her head and stared at the carriage that was getting closer and closer without blinking. Her heart instantly rose to her throat, as if it was about to jump out of her throat in the next second.

She was so nervous that her breathing became rapid, her eyes fixed on the carriage. Finally, the carriage slowly stopped, and a white, slender, boneless hand gently lifted the curtain.

"It's... it's Ah Su... no, it's the Emperor..."

Just as Wang Fuping and Ma Caifeng were about to kneel down and kowtow, Fusu quickly raised his hand and gestured to stop.

"Hey, I'm going on a private visit this time, so there's no need to be so polite."

Wang Fuping and Ma Caifeng looked at Fusu, feeling happy but for some reason, also feeling a hint of loss.

Fusu's eyes fell on Ma Caifeng's bulging belly, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Then he suddenly turned around and kicked Zhuiying, who was hiding in the carriage, hard, kicking Zhuiying off the carriage.

"You and your family should have a good reunion. I'll call you when I leave."

After saying this, Fusu waved his whip, and the horse neighed and rode away in a cloud of dust.

Zhuiying fell at Ma Caifeng's feet in a mess. He subconsciously raised his head and saw Ma Caifeng's bulging belly.

Zhuiying's eyes widened and he stammered, "Is this... this child mine?"

Ma Caifeng's cheeks flushed, and she replied softly, "Hmm..."

Fusu drove the carriage slowly to a stop in front of the familiar tile-roofed house. He dismounted swiftly and pushed open the half-closed gate.

He walked into the yard full of firewood, looked up, and saw smoke rising from the kitchen chimney.

Meanwhile, San Gouzi was busy in the kitchen, dividing the risen dough into small pieces. Mother loved steamed buns, especially those made by Asu.

Whenever she ate the steamed buns made by Ah Su, accompanied by a bowl of steaming white porridge, her mother would eat three steamed buns in one meal. Her satisfied look is still deeply imprinted in San Gouzi's mind.

San Gouzi stared at the soft ball of dough in his hands, feeling a mixture of emotions, and couldn't help but sigh silently. When his mother was alive, she had repeatedly told him to take good care of Ah Su, but now...

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind San Gouzi: "Brother, let me do it. Mother loves sweets, so every time I make it, she always secretly sprinkles a little sugar on it."

The sound was like an electric current, instantly striking San Gouzi. He turned around abruptly and saw the face he had longed for. Instantly, he felt a warmth in his eyes.

It's... Ah Su, it's really Ah Su who's back! He calls me Big Brother! Mom, did you hear that? Ah Su is back!

Fusu walked forward with a smile, gently took the dough from Sangouzi's hand, then took out a small bag of white sugar from his sleeve and sprinkled it into the dough.

San Gouzi finally came to his senses and said hurriedly, "Okay, okay! Then I'll go light a fire for you." Then he turned and walked towards the stove.

As night falls quietly, the whole village is immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the New Year's Eve dinner.

Children ran and laughed happily on the village road, firecrackers tightly clutched in their hands. From time to time, they would mischievously throw a firecracker, and the "bang" sound of the firecrackers would make the passing village women scream.

"Hey~"

A ray of light streaked across the night sky like a meteor, and then, like a blooming flower, it quickly spread out in all directions, instantly illuminating a small area of darkness.

"shhhhhh"

More fireworks rushed into the sky one after another. They bloomed in the night sky, and the colorful lights intertwined together, illuminating the entire night sky like daytime.

Under the illumination of the fireworks, every face in Futian Village is filled with happy smiles, and peace and beauty are everywhere.

End of the book

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The little monkey in Huaguo Mountain