An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

They didn't return to Yamen Village until it was getting dark. Because they bought so many things, there was no room for everyone, so they were forced to rent a mule cart to bring the things back.

After dinner, Jing Yongcheng asked several servants to light a few lamps. If it was not bright enough, he lit two candlesticks.

He left everyone in the family behind, his expression very serious. Grandpa Xiaobei carried a few packages that looked unfamiliar.

Jing Yongcheng: "This is a letter from Qingshan Villa. Qiu Rong also brought us a lot of things."

As soon as they heard the news, everyone gathered together. Jing Chunxi squeezed to the front. She had been eagerly waiting for news from her mother and brother.

A small package was opened, and it was full of letters.

The letters to my grandparents and my third uncle are all separate. There are two letters to my grandfather and my third uncle, and three letters to my grandmother. They should not have been written and sent at the same time, but only arrived in their hands today.

Jing Yongcheng picked up the other largest envelope, read the words on it, and handed it over.

"This belongs to Sister Xi."

Jing Chunxi received a letter from home for the first time in his two lives, and he felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. The envelope was much larger than usual, and it must have been folded by himself. Jing Chunxi could recognize his mother's handwriting on it at a glance.

On the cover, the seven big characters "Jing Chunxi, my son's letter" were neatly written in small calligraphy with flowers. On the back of the envelope, there were three little people drawn, one big and one small, all wearing skirts painted in bright colors. The youngest one was wearing shorts, and the three people were holding hands tightly.

The painting was not well done, even a bit ugly. Many of the lines were crooked, and there was a drop of smudged ink. You could tell at a glance that it was definitely drawn by Pu Ge'er. The painting was of their family of three, telling her that they missed her. This time Jing Chunxi really shed tears...

She missed them too, and more than once, sometimes even wanting to cry.

The next day after arriving in Yamen Village, she wrote letters to her mother and brother, mainly to let them know that she was safe.

Things that happened on the road were also mentioned, but they were just good news and not bad news, and were just passed over in a few words.

Along with her letter, there were letters from her grandfather's family, as well as the New Year gifts she prepared for her family, but they were just the beautiful shell ornaments she had picked out at the dock that morning.

Seeing Jing Chunxi was moved, the old lady asked her to hand over the envelope. She only looked at the cover for a while, but studied the words on the back for a long time. Her eyes were slightly red, and she didn't say anything. Finally, the envelope was passed to the hands of Zhuang and others.

Jing Chunxi opened the envelope. There were more than a dozen pieces of letter paper inside, all folded together in twos, threes, or threes or fours. They must have been written in several batches, and they might have been sent out based on the estimated time they would arrive in Yamen Village.

Opening one of the pages, the top one was the ugliest. A few scraggly characters were the work of the newly enlightened Pu Ge'er. There were only two scraggly characters: "Go Home!" The characters were barely recognizable, though the character "home" was missing two strokes. The blank space was still covered with drawings, one large and one small: one in a skirt, one in shorts. The one in the skirt seemed to be hoeing the ground, while the one in shorts crouched nearby, watching. The idea was to depict what they were doing at Qingshan Villa.

As for the letters from her mother, the few words written in beautiful small calligraphy with flower-shaped characters described the trivial life after they left. The rest were mostly caring and considerate words, saying that everything was fine in Qingshan Villa, and asked her to worry less about things in the capital. She also told her to go home as soon as she reached her destination, for fear that she would stay in Yamen Village and not come back.

Although the other stacks of letterheads talked about different things, they were actually the same inside, full of care and love.

All of Pu Ge'er's paintings are of himself and his mother, except for one that shows a group of children practicing boxing and one that shows them catching fish.

Erlang was reading his aunt's letter to the family, but his heart was more concerned with whether his grandparents were doing well, whether they had arrived safely, whether they had encountered any problems along the way, whether they were adapting to life here, and whether they had enough money. The words were filled with love.

Jing Qiurong's letter didn't mention receiving their letter, so he knew that his letter and New Year's gift were still on the way and definitely hadn't reached the capital yet. It was estimated that they wouldn't arrive before the New Year! Jing Chunxi couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, fearing that his mother and brother at home had been waiting anxiously for them.

Looking up at his family again, Erlang read the last letter from his aunt to his third uncle. However, the contents were not all for his third uncle. The words mentioned other family members, and naturally they were all words of concern and encouragement, which moved everyone.

The old lady supported Nanny Wang and cried, and the others also shed tears silently, even my grandfather's eyes were a little red.

Jing Chunxi couldn't bear to see them like this. Looking at the other packages on the table, he said, "Mom must have brought some goodies for Grandpa and Grandma."

As he spoke, he opened the package in front of him: "Hey, this is grandpa's knee pads, this is grandma's padded jacket, and I think there's also a spring shirt..."

Except for grandparents, everyone in the family has a set of spring clothes, even little Tuanzi has a pink dress suitable for spring.

She was so happy that she hugged him tightly in her arms and kept repeating: "Auntie is so nice, she likes little Dumpling the most."

The concubines had never expected that the aunt, who rarely saw them when they were at home, would actually remember them and give them gifts equally. They could only shed tears silently.

At times like this, the most precious thing is the care from loved ones.

There were two more pieces of letter paper. Erlang read a few lines but did not read them. Instead, he handed them to his grandfather. After Jing Yongcheng read them, he handed them to Jing Changning. After Jing Changning finished reading them, he folded them up and said nothing.

"Changning, write your eldest sister back tomorrow and tell her I'll be sending Xi back around early February so she can rest assured." That's what I'd been thinking on the way. Long trips usually don't start until after the Lunar New Year. But the weather gets increasingly colder as we head north. If we leave in early February, there shouldn't be any heavy snow, and travel will be smoother.

Jing Chunxi was very satisfied with this arrangement. She had originally planned to wait until her grandparents finished their spring plowing before leaving, hoping to make the most of the space to help.