I have been farming since I crossed over.

"Let's go and take a look. I remember there is only Changshan Village at the end of this road. They should be villagers from your village!" The master said as he opened the door of the cattle shed and stuck his head out to look forward.

On the roadside ahead, Zheng Huairen and his two brothers were walking with difficulty. When they heard the rattling sound of an ox cart, they stopped and looked back.

They saw a girl of fifteen or sixteen—yes, a girl—driving an oxcart towards them, waving a whip. Inside the shed on the oxcart sat an old man with completely white hair, half-bent over, his head thrust forward.

As Zheng Huairen watched, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and he laughed out loud without any kindness.

Yang Mingxi, the driver, looked at the young man's bright smile and unconsciously stopped the ox cart. He jumped off and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you from Changshan Village?"

Zheng Huairen listened to the girl's straightforward question and was in a daze for a moment. He smiled and replied, "We are from Changshan Village. Are you going to Changshan Village to visit relatives?"

"Puff," Yang Mingxi laughed out loud, then said, "No, I'm from Changshan Village, and my master sent me home."

Zheng Huairen stared at Yang Mingxi again and again, but couldn't remember where he came from. He scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Who are you from? Why don't I know you?"

Yang Mingxi smiled again and said, "You definitely don't know me. I'm the third daughter of the fifth branch of the Yang Shitou family, and the seventh among the Yang sisters."

After hearing this, Zheng Huairen muttered, "Oh, the seventh daughter of the Yang family who went out to seek medical treatment! My family moved here later. My surname is Zheng, and I am the eldest. These are the third and fourth children."

"Where have you been? This kid must be sick!" The master got out of the car and walked to the three brothers and asked.

"Hello, Grandpa Yang. I brought my two younger brothers to see Doctor Wang in the county. They are not in good health, so we came here just now."

"Sit on the ox cart! My last name is not Yang. I am this girl's master. You can just call me Old Man Yan! You went to see Wang Mingyang for treatment. What did he say? There is no improvement?" As the master spoke, he reached out to support Zheng Laosan, wanting to send him to the ox cart.

"This... is too much trouble for Grandpa Yan." He turned to Zheng Lao San and said, "Lao San, quickly thank Grandpa Yan and Miss Yang Qi."

"Get on the cart, don't waste time. And you kid, get on the ox cart too!" Master Yan said and pointed at Zheng Laosi.

Xiao Xi pulled the old ox, and after the two Zheng boys got on the ox cart, she turned to her master and said, "Master, you should get on the ox cart too. The time for one incense stick is almost up!"

After listening to Master Yan, he nodded and tried to lift his feet and get on the ox cart directly. However, the cart was a bit high, and after trying, he couldn't get on. Just as Yang Mingxi was about to drop the ox rope and go to help Master Yan, a pair of strong hands took Master Yan's arms and lifted him up. Master Yan used the force to sit on the ox cart and said, "Let's go. It's just after noon when we get home. It's just time for your mother to prepare a delicious meal for us to reward my stomach."

Looking at the three people sitting on the cart, Yang Mingxi thought for a moment, turned her head to look at the young man next to her, blushed, and did not get on the cart. Instead, she walked beside the ox cart holding the rope.

No one spoke the entire way. Zheng Huairen felt a little awkward walking alongside a young girl; he had no experience being alone with a woman from another family. Yang Mingxi gazed at the village, her thoughts racing. She had left home at the age of five, even in those circumstances, and she couldn't remember anyone or anything. It was only after "her" arrived, on the way back home, that her master vaguely remarked on her that the Yang family was very kind and treated her well.

Ta-da-da, in a short while, the old ox pulled the worn-out ox cart into a small village at the foot of the mountain.