The couple got up at daybreak and, as planned the night before, pulled all the vegetables in the yard and brought them back to her parents' home. Some of the vegetable seedlings were ready to be planted. There were ten old hens, but the chicken coop was not big and could not hold many hens, so Wan Changsheng killed two of them. He would stew one for soup today and braise the other for eating on the way tomorrow.

Take two to my parents' home, and the remaining six can be taken with me. When I live in the village, I must have eggs. The worst that can happen is that there will be some trouble on the way.

"Madam, I will lock the gate from the outside. You can take your son home to pack up. If something happens, you can go out through the backyard."

Mei Niang nodded. She didn’t want to be disturbed on her last day. She was not familiar with the people in Wan Village and there was nothing to talk about.

After Wan Changsheng left, Mei Niang told her son, who had already gotten up, to pack his things after breakfast and tell him not to take his torn clothes with him.

She went to the kitchen to stew a chicken, and also quickly braised another one. She fried the braised chicken in a pan and put it neatly into a small jar. In this kind of weather, it would not go bad if eaten for two days.

There is still a lot of bacon at home, so I'll take whatever I can.

She was happy at the thought of having the possibility of buying property in other places in the future. Changjia Village, He Village and Wanjia Village were not far away. Many people here knew that she was once a widow and Ping'an was just a stepson.

If they move to another place, all these can be hidden. The three of them will be a close family, and Ping'an will be my husband's biological son.

Ping'an had his breakfast and saw his mother cleaning up in the kitchen. Then he went back to his room quietly.

Packing his things? He didn't have much to pack, just a big wooden box. If he didn't take his worn-out clothes, it would barely be enough to take half of it. Of course, when he got up tomorrow, he could put his own quilt in it, and then it would be full.

But my father said that the quilt would be tied up and taken to the village, and the master would not want such a cheap quilt.

Baicaotang was a very special place in the Zhou Dynasty. There were medical clinics all over the country. I wonder if he could become like this one day.

Stealing business from his master? He didn't want to do that. He would talk about the future later.

Thinking of Erqiang, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. With this little guy, the future days will not be stagnant. He is too old. With a real and naughty child, life will be interesting, right?

In a quarter of an hour he had packed his things.

He won't take torn clothes with him, and he won't put them away unless his mother tells him to. From now on, at least he won't wear patched clothes.

Silver, he almost forgot about it. Ping'an immediately took out his own silver from the kang, twenty-seven taels of silver, and two hundred copper coins.

This eldest son's master seems to like him very much. A few days later, he suggested to his master that he could occasionally collect herbs to earn some private money. The master should agree, right?

Here, Mei Niang was also packing her silver bag. She put fifty taels in a purse, which she would wrap in a quilt, and the remaining six taels would be put separately as they might be needed on the road.

These were all their possessions.

I asked my husband to bring some cotton and a piece of thick cloth to my mother in the morning, and then I asked my eldest sister-in-law to help me make it. The remaining cloth and cotton were also packed in a box and made slowly when we got to the farm.

She felt sad when she thought about her son not being around in the future. The child has never left her since he was born. Not to mention whether the child would miss her or not, she really can't live without the child.

But what could they do? They couldn't let the eldest master take them and their spouses with him. How could they say such a thing?

How can a teacher teach a child in front of his parents? If he is strict, his parents will feel sorry for him. If he is not strict, he will not be able to teach him to be capable.

When the bird grows up, we can only let it fly.

At noon, the mother and son collected some leftover vegetables in the front yard and had some vegetable dumpling soup. It was a simple lunch. In the evening, they would have old hen soup. At this time, there were knocks on the door outside the yard.

Ping An was confused. Didn't Dad lock the gate when he went out?

"Changsheng, Changsheng, open the door, I'm your cousin, I have something to ask you."

Mei Niang didn't say a word to her son. The annoying old lady had come two or three times, but she still didn't give up on adopting her grandson to her family. She was really pitiful and disgusting.

"Grandma, it's locked. My cousin and his family are not at home." A boy's voice could be heard faintly.

"Your uncle Changsheng is not like this originally. He is always out all day long. It is that widow who has led him astray."

"Grandma, don't say that. My uncle will be unhappy if he hears it."

"What am I afraid of? I'm his cousin. If he dares to scold me, it's unfilial. Let's go. I'll come find him tomorrow."

The old woman kept scolding her as she walked.

Mei Niang was so angry that she laughed. She decided to leave tomorrow, otherwise she would not endure it any longer.

Ping An looked at his mother and advised, "Mom, it's right not to say anything. What's the point of arguing? We'll leave tomorrow. When I learn some skills, I'll buy you a big house in the city and we won't come back here."

Mei Niang replied with red eyes, "Okay, I'll listen to my son."

In her heart, her son is the most important. Her husband is also important, but he is not as important as her own son.

Ping'an knew that his mother was still feeling a little uncomfortable. The word "widow" was the word his mother least wanted to hear. Only by staying away from this place could she stop hearing others say these words.

Mei Niang seemed to have forgotten what had just happened and was quietly making lunch. The old hen was not yet cooked, but that did not mean that the soup was not drinkable.

Mei Niang scooped a few spoonfuls of soup into the pot, fried two eggs, and added some green vegetables. Ping'an looked at the dumpling soup in the pot, the green vegetables, the yellow fried eggs, and the white dumplings, which looked very tempting.

The gentle little woman beside the stove is his biological mother in this life. A 25-year-old girl, she had just graduated from college in her previous life, but had been a widow for six years, having seen her parents-in-law grow old. Now she is living a normal life.

Mei Niang brought both bowls to the table. She turned and saw her son looking at her. She couldn't help but smile: "Why are you looking at me? I'm old, right?"

Ping An grinned and said, "I have never seen a woman prettier than mother. Mother, I will buy you a set of gold jewelry in the future. I will change a set every day, and never repeat the same thing."

Mei Niang was overjoyed: "It's different every day. Son, buy me a set of gold and a set of silver in the future. These are enough."

At this moment, she really smiled.

What people say outside doesn’t matter, what matters is that she has the best son.

Wan Changsheng returned home in the afternoon. After hearing what his wife said about his cousin, he was so angry that he laughed. A cousin four generations away actually said that he dared not be unfilial. Was he her son?

"Don't be angry. We will leave early tomorrow morning and will not be back in the short term. Even if we come back in the future, we will only stay for a few days. Madam, our family of three will stay in the capital and take root there. Believe me."

At this moment, Wan Changsheng became more determined to buy a property outside.