Shen Qiaosheng was shocked by the changes in Qingshan Village in recent years. The road had been rebuilt and was smooth and flat. An imposing factory building stood on the roadside. The words "Qingshan Winery" almost made Shen Qiaosheng shout out.

What's going on? How come they opened a winery?

"These rows of brick houses are so bright! We've never seen a village like this on our way here," the driver, Xiao Wang, exclaimed in amazement. "Mr. Shen, you didn't say Qingshan Village was so rich!"

Chen Qiaosheng thought to himself that he didn't know either. In just six years, the changes were huge. "I haven't been to Qingshan Village for a long time. I almost couldn't recognize it."

When the car passed by the winery, Shen Qiaosheng did not smell the strong smell of lees from the traditional winery. Instead, he smelled a strong aroma of wine, which made him a little drunk.

When passing by the fields of Qingshan Village, the villagers who were going to work just looked up slightly at Shen Qiaosheng's car, and did not show any surprise. Xiao Wang was happy. He had been driving for the leaders for so many years, and it was a common thing for him to go to the countryside for inspection. This was the first time he saw a villager who was not curious about the car.

In fact, people are either not curious or they are used to it. There have been too many cars in the village in recent years, and they no longer arouse people's curiosity.

Fu Baoer is sorting out the winery's accounts for the past few years in the village office. Her friends have all gone to junior high school, but she has to take leave every few days. Anyway, she has learned the knowledge, so she might as well help Chen Zhifang and Wang Youtian with some work.

As soon as Shen Qiaosheng's car came, she noticed it. Fu Baoer put down her pen and wanted to see who was coming. Could it be that the people from Qicheng Winery came to polish her recipe again? No, Gu Weiliang had just left not long ago.

"Bao'er," Shen Qiaosheng's eyes lit up. When he left, Fu Bao'er was only seven or eight years old, but now she is a grown-up girl. "I'm back."

"Oh my god, uncle-in-law, you're back!" Fu Baoer stood up suddenly, unable to believe her eyes. "Hurry, hurry, Heiwa! Bring your uncle home! I'll go call my aunt! And Grandpa Shen and Shen Suizhi!"

Chen Qiaosheng held his forehead with his hand. He had become Heiwa's uncle-in-law. Looking at Fu Baoer's excited back, Chen Qiaosheng had no choice but to follow Heiwa home. To be honest, he really couldn't find the way to Fu's house.

Fu Baoer didn't stop all the way, and rushed directly to his own field, pulling his grandparents and sister-in-law home, "Hurry, hurry, stop working, someone is coming home!"

"Hey little treasure, what are you doing in such a hurry? Who's here so happy?"

"Your sister is back? That's not right. Why are you so excited about Zhao Zhao coming back? I saw her last month."

"You will know who is coming later!" Fu Baoer's words were heard from afar, and the villagers who were working all smiled and shook their heads, feeling mysterious.

Fu Xiuzhi had some vague guesses in her mind, but since she didn't see anyone, she didn't dare to give herself too much hope.

Fu Baoer pulled out Shen Xiuqi and his father again. This time, Fu Xiuzhi was 100% sure. Her heart almost jumped into her throat. It had been six years, and she didn't know what Shen Qiaosheng had become.

Fu Xiuzhi looked down at herself. She was a little dirty after a day's work, her hands were not clean, and her hair seemed messy. She touched her face. She was thirty-four years old and seemed old.

Fu Baoer's mouth twitched, "Auntie, you are already very beautiful. With Ben Baoer here, you won't have to suffer!" It's true that women dress up to please themselves. She doesn't understand, she doesn't understand!

Looking at the three old men who were old but still had strong legs, Fu Baoer felt a little proud. Look at the people in their Qingshan Village, who are well-fed by beautiful mountains and rivers, and have good wine and delicious food to eat. In the future, they will definitely be the most awesome village of centenarians in China!

Before Fu Baoer could finish feeling proud, they had already arrived at the gate of Fu's courtyard. Fu Xiuzhi subconsciously stopped. Although it was her own home, she felt a little homesick.

Shen Xiuqi and Shen Suizhi felt the same way.

"Hey, what's wrong with you guys? You're home but you don't want to leave," Fu Baoer pushed open the gate, "Uncle-in-law! Look who's here!"

Shen Qiaosheng was bending over to watch the black and white TV when he heard Fu Baoer shouting. His heart, which had been calm, began to beat violently again.

"Dad! I'm an unfilial son!" Shen Qiaosheng walked out of the house quickly, knelt down in the yard, and kowtowed three times to Shen Xiuqi. He wanted to say a few words, "Dad, you have suffered," but looking at the looks of his father and nephew, it seemed that suffering had nothing to do with it.

Shen Xiuqi helped his son up and hugged him, "Qiao Sheng! You've suffered!"

Chen Qiaosheng hugged his father and nephew, and greeted Fu Manshan and Jiang Fengxia warmly before looking at Fu Xiuzhi who was waiting quietly on the side. Everyone looked at each other tacitly, leaving time for this pair of unfortunate little mandarin ducks.

Fu Baoer had her eyes covered by Jiang Fengxia, and she reluctantly left the gossip scene. Unable to bear the hustle and bustle of her aunt and uncle, she had to become a maid serving tea and water.

"You're still so young and beautiful. You haven't changed much in these years." Chen Qiaosheng felt relieved. His lover and family seemed to be doing well, so he was content. "I'm old, right? When I returned to the capital, many people said that I had changed a lot."

Fu Xiuzhi opened her mouth, but tears flowed out first, and her throat seemed to be blocked. Fu Xiuzhi raised her hand to touch Shen Qiaosheng's face. The man who was often jokingly called a creamy boy now had a face full of vicissitudes, and there were more than a dozen scars on his forehead alone.

"How could you..." Fu Xiuzhi burst into tears. She had thought that life in Yun Province must be difficult, but seeing it with her own eyes was another matter.

Chen Qiaosheng held Fu Xiuzhi's hand. "How come you do farm work so often, yet your hands aren't rough? Look at mine, they're like a burnt stick of firewood. Xiuzhi, you always said I looked younger than you, but now I look ten years older than you!"

Fu Xiuzhi cried and threw herself into Chen Qiaosheng's arms, "You still have the mind to joke, I have been worried about you every day these years, and I have a few more gray hairs!"

Chen Qiaosheng hugged his lover's petite body tightly, tears dripping into Fu Xiuzhi's hair, "That's perfect, we are a perfect match."

Fu Xiuzhi was so angry that she punched Chen Qiaosheng, but saw him bend over in pain, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? I didn't use any force? Are you hurt?"

Shen Qiaosheng gasped in pain, and after a while he said he was fine. Fu Xiuzhi didn't believe him, so she pulled him into the house and sat him down, then directly lifted up his white shirt.

"Hey, Xiuzhi, there are so many people here!" Chen Qiaosheng felt a little embarrassed. After not seeing her for a few years, his lover suddenly became more vigorous.

But no one paid attention to what Shen Qiaosheng said. Their eyes were stunned by the scars on his body. His dark skin was crisscrossed with countless whip marks, some of which had not even healed yet. It was shocking to look at.

"Assholes! They...they..." Shen Xiuqi was so distressed that he couldn't speak. How did his son survive these years!