"Oh, brother-in-law, we've finally waited for you."

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw Zhou Qingyang and Zhou Qingyue, brothers, running over with big smiles on their faces, wearing military green cotton coats.

"Brother, it's been a long time! Happy New Year!"

Sheng Xiping smiled and nodded to Zhou Qingyang, then greeted the Zhou brothers. "Qingyue, Happy New Year."

"Long time no see, Happy New Year." Zhou Qingyang nodded and smiled at Sheng Xiping.

When the two last met, Sheng Xiping and Zhou Qinglan were not yet married. Now, Sheng Xinhua is already two years old.

"Quick, let me hold the child. Look at all these bags you're carrying. What are you doing bringing all this stuff home?"

As Zhou Qingyang spoke, he reached out to hug Sheng Xinhua.

Sheng Xinhua had taken a nap in the car. He had just woken up when the little guy saw that he didn't recognize the other person. He immediately turned around and hugged his father's neck tightly.

"Xinhua, this is your eldest uncle, and that is your youngest uncle. They are all your mother's closest relatives."

"You usually act all clingy wherever you go, why are you being shy with strangers today?" Zhou Qinglan was both amused and exasperated when she saw this.

The Sheng family is large, and whoever has time will take care of the child. When the weather is warm, these aunts and uncles might take Sheng Xinhua out to play.

Sheng Xinhua has met many people and is never shy; he'll let anyone hold him.

I don't know what's wrong with me today, but I was actually shy around my own uncle.

“It’s okay. It’s normal for the child not to be with me since it’s our first meeting. Xiping, give me the baby carrier, you can hold the child.”

Zhou Qingyang reached out and took the large backpack from Sheng Xiping's shoulder, then slung it over his shoulder along with the bag Sheng Xiping was carrying.

Zhou Qingyue came over and took the two heavy bags from Zhou Qinglan, who was only carrying one small one.

"Come on, we specially hired a donkey jeep today, let's take it home."

Zhou Qingyang smiled at his younger sister and strode towards a donkey cart parked by the roadside.

This donkey jeep is actually a donkey cart used for pulling feet.

Some time ago, the Songjianghe Forestry Bureau traded timber for some donkeys from Zhelimum.

Some of them were killed and their meat divided, while the rest were kept alive.

Later, some employees bought them and used them specifically to pick up passengers from the station. People started calling these donkey carts "donkey jeeps."

The journey from Sen Tie to the Zhou family's house wasn't short, and with Sheng Xiping and his wife carrying their child, they were worried that Sheng Xinhua might catch a cold on such a cold day.

Although Zhou Mingyuan was also a cadre, the bureau only had one 212 jeep, which was usually used by Zhao Yongsheng and a few others for official business. Zhou Mingyuan couldn't borrow it for personal matters.

So Zhou Qingyang and his brother went out this morning, parked a donkey jeep, and hired someone to pick them up at the Sen Tie station.

"Hurry up and get in the car, your parents are getting impatient at home."

Zhou Qingyang put the package in the car, then helped Zhou Qinglan into the car and sit down. Zhou Qinglan reached out to take her son from him. Sheng Xiping, Zhou Qingyang, Zhou Qingyue, and the others also got into the car.

Once everyone was assembled, the jeep driver cracked his whip and shouted, "Giddy up!"

The donkey took off running towards the other end of Baishan Street.