After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

This day can be considered a bright and sunny spring day.

At first glance, on the mudflats near the duck's rear end, amidst the once scattered and yellowed reeds and desolation, tender green shoots had quietly sprouted in a corner she had never noticed.

Xu Zhuzhu took a deep breath. The lingering mist, carrying a hint of moisture from the spring breeze, seeped into her heart and soul, bringing a refreshing coolness.

She casually plucked a handful of reeds from the roadside, parted the tender leaves, and glanced at them. She saw that they hadn't sprouted ears yet. If they had, she could put the tender ears in her mouth and chew them to taste some sweetness, making them a good snack.

It's still too early; the leaves are too tender.

This was a method her eldest brother taught her in her past life when she and her eldest brother sneaked out of the orphanage to play in the orchard behind it. They were starving and had nothing to eat.

Seeing that it's not available right now, Xu Zhuzhu still misses it quite a bit.

The group seemed to be walking aimlessly. After all, relaxing is about following your heart; wherever your heart leads, that's where the road leads.

According to Xu An's original plan, he was going to lead Xu Zhuzhu and Miss Mei towards the village to walk around and look around, which was also what Zhang He meant.

But somehow, as they walked, Mei was in front, with the two children silently following behind her.

It was obvious to everyone that Miss Mei didn't seem to want to go towards the village. Instead, she seemed to have a purpose, turning in the opposite direction and gradually heading towards the back mountain behind their house.

Xu Zhuzhu guessed in her heart that Mei was probably trying to remember some things, so she didn't stop her or say anything more.

And so the two children followed closely behind Miss Mei.

After walking for a while, no one took the initiative to speak, and the atmosphere gradually became a bit dull. Xu Zhuzhu thought for a moment and said a few words to make it more interesting to avoid an awkward silence.

Mei didn't give a cold look; she responded to everything Xu Zhuzhu said with a smile, but she wasn't very interested and seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

Xu Zhuzhu would tease her brother from time to time, and Xu An could play with Xu Zhuzhu. After all, they were two children, and the brother and sister chattered away, talking about all sorts of things.

"...Brother, look at that mountain, doesn't it look like a horse?...Brother, you said a few days ago that Brother Tuanyuan said he would come to visit us, but we haven't seen him for days."

Xu Zhuzhu kicked a pebble and asked out of boredom.

Xu An answered calmly, then pointed to the mountain path, "You and Father weren't here yesterday evening, but Brother Tuanyuan came. He said he's been helping Grandpa Deng sell things in town these past few days, and he doesn't get back until almost dark every day, so he couldn't come. I forgot to tell you yesterday."

Xu Zhuzhu thought about it and agreed.

As the weather warms up, the bamboo baskets and hampers that Old Man Deng wove all winter are now piled up all over the yard. They're probably almost dried out and ready to be sold for money.

Old Deng was a hardworking man. Regardless of whether it was market day or not, he would carry some food to town to sell every day. Since the official road was not repaired, he could only take the mountain road.

Xu Zhuzhu felt that the previous incident with the wolf and the so-called robbers were quite dangerous no matter how she thought about it.

But everyone has their own way of life; it's their means of survival, and she can't comment on it or stop it.

The two children were rambling on and on, when suddenly Mei, who had been quiet all along, spoke up.

"Little sister, isn't there a spring at the foot of that mountain, and a loquat tree beside it?"

There was a spring, and after the snow melted, their family would draw water from the spring for daily use. As for whether there were loquat trees, Xu Zhuzhu had never really paid attention.

She looked at her brother, who often went with their father to fetch water.

Xu An met Xu Zhuzhu's gaze, but scratched the back of his head, "I don't think I've ever seen it before."

Upon hearing this, a palpable sense of loss welled up in Miss Mei's eyes.

Xu Zhuzhu narrowed her big eyes, tilted her little head up and leaned in close, half-doubting and half-guessing, she said, "Sister, you still remember so clearly?"

Mei paused for a moment, then opened her mouth slightly and said, "The last time I came, the road was slippery due to the snow and it was dark. I tripped and fell by the spring and happened to lean against that loquat tree, so I remember it."

This explanation is quite reasonable.

Since Xu Zhuzhu didn't remember where she came from last time, she decided to believe her for the time being.

Seeing that they were heading further and further up the mountain, Xu Zhuzhu advised her to turn back, "The road over there is difficult to walk, and Mother won't let us go. Sister, let's go to the village and take a look! We can also visit our godmother's house."

For some reason, Miss Mei seemed particularly averse to the village. Whenever the village was mentioned, her expression would become unusually stiff, and she would even stammer when she spoke.

"I...I'm a little tired, I want to go back and rest for a while. Let's go again in a few days!"

Xu Zhuzhu was skeptical, her big eyes staring intently at Miss Mei.

Xu An, without suspecting anything, immediately made the decision, "Then let's go back quickly, Mother has probably prepared lunch by now."

Xu Zhuzhu's eyes flickered slightly, but she didn't show much of a reaction. After a moment, she smiled innocently and happily took Mei's hand like a child.

"Let's go home! Mom will definitely have made something delicious."

She was in a good mood. Mei's palms were very moist, but they were really cold, so cold that Xu Zhuzhu felt a chill.

……

Then there's Xu Wenjie.

When he first saw the girl, it was very dark, but his eyesight was not bad. He already knew that the girl was beautiful, but his mind was not on the woman's appearance, so he did not pay much attention to her.

As luck would have it, when I looked closer, I found the girl somewhat familiar, especially her eyes. The more I looked, the more suspicious I became, as if I had seen her somewhere before.

Even though Zhang He was slow to react, she could tell that something was wrong with her husband, and she thought that Xu Wenjie was still worried about the concerns from last time.

Last time he rescued her, Xu Wenjie was afraid that the girl might be some kind of runaway slave or concubine, so he was unwilling to take her in for long.

She comforted him, saying, "If you still have the same concerns as last time, let's have that girl leave as soon as she returns!"

I felt sorry for her before. If we just abandoned her, she would definitely not survive in the dead of winter, covered in injuries.

Xu Wenjie shook his head, helped Zhang He to make the firewood in the stove burn even brighter, and then handed over the washed vegetables.

He expressed his thoughts, "There's no rush. I just feel like I've seen her somewhere before, but I can't quite put my finger on where."

Zhang He took the greens, put them into the pot, and with a sizzling sound, their sweet aroma filled the air. She was focused on the vegetables in the pot and replied casually, "Perhaps I remembered wrong, or maybe it looks like someone. I just saw it and thought it was Sister Zhuxiang again!"

Then they started talking about things in the village.

"I heard that Wang Dashan can eat now, but he injured his tongue and can't speak clearly yet. His other child is still sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious... Poor old woman who can't see..."

Zhang He sighed, but Xu Wenjie wasn't paying attention; his focus was entirely on Zhang He's comment about who she resembled.

A seemingly ordinary sentence stirred up a ripple in his memory, which then grew into a huge wave, causing him to stand up abruptly.

Zhang He, who was focused on cooking, was startled.

Seeing her husband's strangely absent-minded appearance, she choked on her words.

"Ms. sir?"