When the four brothers of the Ye family returned home, they found that Mrs. Ye had already prepared a simple dinner.

Although the lunch dishes were almost finished, the stew soup was still there. Add some potatoes and cabbage and it would be a steaming pot.

The men all drank alcohol at noon, and drinking some hot soup in the evening would make their stomachs feel better.

The children only need to soak a bowl of rice in the broth and eat it with relish without anyone watching over them.

Occasionally, I would be happy for a long time just by picking up a piece of leftover meat from the bowl.

Qingtian grabbed the small spoon that Mrs. Ye had found for her and ate very slowly, bite by bite.

Looking at her two sons who were eating their meals happily, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but say with envy, "My little girls are so good! Look at how polite Qingtian is when he eats, and then look at these two piglets at home!"

"She's not gentle at all. She just doesn't know how to use a spoon. She's afraid of getting food on herself if she eats too fast." Mrs. Ye smiled and wiped the rice grains from the corners of Qingtian's mouth, "But the baby is wearing this dress.

“Why do you think Changrui cried when she was hit on the head by a persimmon this afternoon?

"She was afraid that she would get hit and soil the clothes her second aunt made for her."

After hearing this, Ye Changrui suddenly looked up at Qingtian with an expression of disbelief in his eyes.

It turns out that my sister wasn’t crying because she was hit?

Seeing Ye Changrui's hurt face, Qingtian felt a little guilty for some reason and put the piece of meat he had just caught into Ye Changrui's bowl.

She showed a flattering smile and said, "Brother, eat some meat."

Looking at the meat that Qingtian delivered to his bowl, Ye Changrui felt a lot more comfortable.

It’s not that he lacks this piece of meat to eat, but he cares more about whether his sister still has him as her older brother in her heart.

So he contentedly put the meat back into Qingtian's bowl and said, "Eat quickly. Carrying you up the mountain today felt as light as carrying cotton.

"Eat more meat and grow stronger so you won't get sick easily, okay?"

After hearing what Ye Changrui said, the other boys who were busy eating followed suit and put the meat they found into Qingtian's bowl.

Under normal circumstances, Old Lady Ye would definitely be very pleased.

But now, looking at her sensible grandson and thinking of her identity as a private school teacher in the village, Old Mrs. Ye couldn't help but feel a little worried.

After dinner, Old Lady Ye said, "Light up the kangs in each room. The five of you will sleep in the west room. If it's sunny, you and I will sleep in the east room. The four of you can go back to your own rooms."

Old Mrs. Ye is an experienced person, so she naturally understands that the things between husband and wife should not be interfered with by children.

Qingtian never left Mrs. Ye's side when sleeping, and when he heard this, he immediately turned his head to look at her.

Mrs. Ye came forward and picked up Qingtian and said, "Mom, it's okay. We can just take Qingtian to sleep. You've been exhausted on the journey. Take a good rest tonight and relax."

Mrs. Ye San immediately covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

Mrs. Ye glared at her angrily and said, "If you laugh again, I'll stuff Niannian back into your bed!"

Mrs. Ye San quickly made a gesture to beg for mercy and stopped provoking her.

People who live near the mountains will never lack firewood as long as they are diligent.

Although Widow Liu took all the dry firewood here with her when she left.

But when they lived in the vacant lot before, the Ye family had already collected a large pile of firewood.

Now they have all been put into the woodshed.

The four brothers came over with firewood and quickly heated up the kangs in each room.

When the room gets hot, thick clothes can no longer be worn.

Seeing that Qingtian's face was flushed with heat, Mrs. Ye quickly took off her coat and cotton-padded jacket and put a small vest on her to protect her front and back.

The four wing rooms of the old house are exactly the same except for their different orientations.

A kang took up half of the room, and the head of the kang was a fire wall made of bricks and yellow mud.

The fire wall actually works on the same principle as the kang. It is hollow inside. The hot smoke from the stove passes through the fire wall and the kang, and is finally discharged out of the house through the chimney.

Therefore, the kang and the fire wall are both warm to provide heating in the house.

After so many days, Qingtian finally lived in the house again and again. He excitedly walked around on the kang, and finally fell headfirst on the bedding roll due to exhaustion.

While packing her things, Mrs. Ye listened to Qingtian's footsteps walking back and forth, and felt extremely happy in her heart.

It turns out that a home only feels like a home if there are children.

Although she and Boss Ye had always had a good relationship in the past, the boys in the family were also quite close to them.

But at night, everyone still has to go back to their own homes to find their parents, and the house will be empty again with only the couple left.

Now that it was a sunny day, the house seemed to have become lively again, and even her heart became lively, and her life became more hopeful.

Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly stopped hearing the footsteps and Mrs. Ye hurriedly turned around to look.

I saw Qingtian lying on the bedding roll, sticking out his tongue, like a stranded fish.

"You've sweated so much." Mrs. Ye reached out and touched Qingtian's forehead, then quickly took off her waistcoat.

"Hurry up and sit down and rest for a while. You won't be able to sleep if you run around for a while."

Qingtian obediently sat next to Mrs. Ye and watched her pack her luggage.

"Mom, is this our home from now on?"

"Yes, this is our home." Although the room was empty and there was nothing in it, and the luggage could only be temporarily spread out on the kang and the floor, there was a look of longing in Mrs. Ye's eyes.

"I'll ask your third uncle to make a kangqin for our family and put it on the edge of the kang to store bedding and clothes.

"I'll build a cabinet against the wall and a table for you near the window. Then you can learn to read and recite poems on the table on sunny days. Okay?"

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