"I'll pack your luggage in a bit."

"You must be tired after a long day, I'll clean up myself."

Fang Jie had already gotten up.

"Let me pack for you. You're a grown man, so careless. You always forget this and that."

Song Darong was disliked, but he was actually quite happy.

"Honey, thank you for your trouble."

Fang Jie turned around and went into the house with a smile.

Song Fanxing sat there silently and ate a mouthful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).

She got up to go back to her room, but suddenly remembered something.

"Dad, can you visit Xiao Zhouzan when you go to the capital?"

Song Darong said, "Even if you hadn't said anything, I would have gone anyway. It's been years since I've seen him, and I wonder how that little guy is doing. I also need to visit the two elders while I'm there."

Zhou Zan's father was his comrade-in-arms, and they had a very good relationship before his death.

Suddenly, a pile of things appeared in the center of the room.

Song Darong was already used to it, and Song Fanxing didn't explain; everyone knew what was going on.

"Dad, take these things to Xiao Zhouzan."

She actually wanted to go to the capital with Song Darong to see Xiao Zhouzan, but the pig farm was just starting out, and she was worried about it.

Song Darong nodded. "I understand. I'll take it to you."

When Song Fanxing returned to the room, Song Darong checked the things his daughter had brought for Zhou Zan.

It contains chestnuts, walnuts, hazelnuts, and wood ear mushrooms.

They are all durable items.

Fang Jie worked quickly and packed her luggage in no time.

The next morning, Song Darong boarded a train to the capital.

That day, Fang Jie and several employees were cutting sweet potato vines.

I noticed a suspicious figure looming at the door.

She gripped the sickle and walked towards the door, opening it.

Who's there?