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

After this incident, Xu Wenjie was extra vigilant for the rest of the night. After dawn, he went to the village to inquire and asked the villagers to be wary of the three people. However, the villagers all shook their heads and said they had never seen such people. But Xu Wenjie always felt that things were not so simple.

Although the man was cowardly and incompetent, he was vicious and ruthless. If anyone were to fall into his trap, they might not be able to escape easily. For this reason, Xu Wenjie went to tell Li Quanfu to remind the villagers to be careful.

Although the villagers were all poor, most of them were honest and simple people. Xu Wenjie had fled here and had witnessed all sorts of infighting among their own kind on the way, so he was not unable to cope. But the villagers might not be so forgiving.

Li Quanfu was eating at the time. He readily agreed, ate a couple of bites, and then took a gong and went out, banging it loudly as he went.

Xu Wenjie was finally a little relieved.

On his way home, he suddenly saw a scholar-like figure in a white robe, carrying a bundle on his back and wearing a long turban on his head walking quickly toward him.

Xu Wenjie couldn't see the person's face clearly, but because of what happened last night, he grabbed a wooden stick from the roadside and quietly put it behind his back.

"...May I ask, sir, does this road lead to Qingshan Town?"

The scholar, with humble manners, slowly walked up to him, straightened his clothes, bowed to him, and asked very politely.

Xu Wenjie chuckled awkwardly. He stood with his hands behind his back, feeling extremely awkward – whether he threw away the stick hidden behind him or not was also awkward.

Forced to put on a smile, he gently tossed aside the wooden stick in his hand, returned the greeting with a cupped hand, and said with a smile, "That's right. Walk to the end of this road, but don't go into the village. Turn right, and it will take about half an hour."

The scholar glanced sideways at the wooden stick that Xu Wenjie had thrown away, remained expressionless, then chuckled softly and said thank you before leaving.

Xu Wenjie was left standing there bewildered in the wind, giving an awkward smile...

Because of what happened last night, he wanted to quickly repair the fence in the yard. The heavy snow had caused some of the already flimsy fence to collapse, which he then propped up.

At the time, I thought that since the snow was falling heavily and their house wasn't near the main road, but just a long way down at the foot of the mountain, and it was just a dilapidated house, there shouldn't be any danger. But now, things might be different.

With that thought in mind, Xu Wenjie hurried home.

Zhang He and others were also active in the courtyard.

Xu Zhuzhu was sitting on the threshold, watching Zhang He squatting on the ground cleaning up the fence that had been damaged yesterday. As she looked at Xu An's fair and tender nape, a sudden idea popped into her head, tugging at her heartstrings.

Unable to resist, Xu Zhuzhu grabbed a handful of snow and shoved it into Xu An's neck. Xu An, who was helping Zhang He tidy up in the yard, shuddered in fright, "Zhuzhu!"

Xu Zhuzhu giggled and ran off, with Xu An chasing after her. Zhang He grabbed Xu Zhuzhu and gave her a good beating. Xu Zhuzhu looked at her mother with innocent eyes, blinking her big, wide eyes. She just thought Xu An wasn't lively enough...

Upon seeing Xu Wenjie return, Xu Zhuzhu cried out as if she had found a savior, "Daddy!"

Xu Wenjie caught Xu Zhuzhu who rushed towards him, pinched her nose, and chuckled, "Were you being naughty again?"

Xu Zhuzhu stuck out her tongue; she wasn't that kind of person.

However, Xu Wenjie had no interest in arguing with her. He carefully examined the fence that the old woman and the man had knocked down in their hasty escape yesterday.

Half of the courtyard wall is an earthen wall, and the other half is a fence. The earthen wall has been neglected for years and has collapsed. The fence has been weathered and is crooked and rotten. With yesterday's damage, it is simply unbearable to look at.

Zhang He then said, "I saw some bamboo at the foot of the back mountain a few days ago, why don't we take the bamboo and make a new one?"

Xu Wenjie agreed, but he had heard Li Quanfu say before that the bamboo forest behind the house belonged to an owner, and he didn't know if it was allowed to be cut down.

Zhang He said softly, "Then let's wait until nightfall and quietly go and cut it down."

Xu Wenjie:………

This was a good idea, but if others inquired a little, the truth would be revealed. So Xu Wenjie decided to ask Old Man Deng, who wove stools, for more information.

"...This used to be the Liang family's hill, but it was later sold to the Zhou family in town. The Zhou family hasn't been coming much these past two years. They occasionally come in to take a look, and when they see people cutting firewood and small bamboo shoots, they don't say anything..."

The Liang family, the family that Xu Wenjie's older sister married into, sounds a bit strange to others.

However, after confirming that he could cut some small bamboo but not large bamboo, Xu Wenjie felt reassured and took his ancestral dagger up the mountain.

Ever since that stainless steel spoon appeared in the trash can, Xu Zhuzhu has been too lazy to go to the garbage station every day. However, Xu Wenjie and Zhang He go there every evening after dinner. After staying there for a while, the two of them always manage to bring back a bunch of vegetables and rice.

According to Xu Wenjie, the New Year is just around the corner, so it's always good to stock up on more things, especially since Laozi is so protective of them.

Thunder and rain are both blessings from heaven. How can we complain and give up halfway just because we don't get what we want?

Xu Zhuzhu scratched her head; she knew perfectly well that she had been scolded by her father…

Xu Zhuzhu was bored and depressed during this time, so she encouraged Xu An. The two of them insisted on going too. The snow was thick. Although it hadn't snowed for the past few days, it wouldn't melt so quickly. Zhang He was worried about the two children, so she finally made the decision, and the whole family went.

The path up and down the mountain had already been cleared by villagers who cut firewood. Xu Zhuzhu had short legs and walked slowly, so Zhang He simply carried her on his back at the back, Xu Wenjie walked in front, and Xu An walked in the middle of them.

Upon arriving at the location, Zhang He cleared a space, and Xu An watched over Xu Zhuzhu while she and Xu Wenjie diligently began cutting bamboo. Xu An organized the bamboo into piles nearby. When Xu Zhuzhu tried to start cutting, Zhang He pulled her back.

"Be careful, these cut bamboo tips are no joke, stepping on them could ruin your New Year."

Xu Zhuzhu returned to the open space hesitantly. As for why Xu An was able to do it, Xu Zhuzhu thought it was because she was not tall enough.

With one stomp, half of her foot was almost buried in the snow.

Xu Wenjie buried himself in his work, watching as the sun dipped halfway down the western hills. Looking back, he saw piles of bamboo already stacked high.

The couple exchanged a glance, both feeling they had chopped too much; one person couldn't possibly carry it all back. Just as they were wondering what to do, Xu Zhuzhu came over from the side.

"Daddy, just put it in my trash can. I'll take it out when we get home." Xu Zhuzhu said smugly, looking like she was worthy of her father.

Xu Wenjie's eyes lit up upon hearing this, as he hadn't thought of that. He then pinched Xu Zhuzhu's cheek and said, "Thank you very much, Zhuzhu!"

Xu Zhuzhu never actually thought that this garbage dump could become a transportation space in another world, but she tried it a few times and found that no matter where she was, as long as she wanted to go there, she could always get there.

If that's the case, why can't she use the space as a portable storage space?

Thinking this, Xu Zhuzhu called to the group, each carrying a pile of bamboo. Holding hands, they said "Open Sesame," and the family easily carried the bamboo into the garbage station.

Zhang He exclaimed that it was amazing.

Xu Zhuzhu laughed heartily. She had been through so many times, and every time her mother went there, she would say it was amazing. She thought her mother was really cute.

His brother adapted quickly, calming down after a slight surprise.

The family packed up and returned to the bamboo forest. The winter sun sets quickly; in just a short while, it disappeared, and the sky gradually darkened.

Zhang He carried Xu Zhuzhu on her back and said, "We have to hurry. Although the road isn't far, there's still some snowmelt, so it'll be difficult to walk." Then she reminded Xu An, "An'an, be careful."

"Don't worry, Mother, I will be careful."

Xu An nodded obediently.

Xu Wenjie had Zhang He and her daughter walk at the very back, with Xu An following behind him, just like when they arrived.

But after taking only two steps, Xu Wenjie, who was at the front, suddenly froze, standing there motionless, as if he had lost his soul.

"Daddy?"

It wasn't until Zhuzhu shouted that Xu Wenjie came to his senses.

He furrowed his brows, clearly hesitant, but still asked Xu Zhuzhu with a question in his mind, "Zhuzhu, since you can bring the bamboo back from here, why can't you just bring us back?"

Xu Zhuzhu wanted to, but she was only three years old. If she left them at the garbage dump while she walked back alone, her mother would definitely worry. Besides, she couldn't control this space to move around at will… Wait a minute!!

Xu Zhuzhu, who was grinning and joking on Zhang He's back, suddenly narrowed her eyes and flashed into the garbage station, skipping even the slogan.

Then, while silently contemplating returning to her dilapidated shack at the garbage dump, the scene shifts, and she finds herself beside a campfire in the shack, where a kettle is steaming and crackling...

! ! ! ! ? ? ? ?

Xu Zhuzhu was moved to tears, silently offering her blessings to God a hundred times in her heart, in a very amicable way.