——

When Feng Jiuyan returned to the room, Madam Feng had already returned the stove and pot to the kitchen of the post station.

She asked the two to pack their luggage as they would be setting off soon.

Madam Feng looked at the leftovers on the table and the quilt on the bed, and without saying a word, she took her youngest son and walked out the door.

"Mom, mom, I haven't put on my shoes yet. Where are you taking me?" Feng Jiuli protested.

Madam Feng looked at her youngest son's bare feet, and an unnatural expression flashed across her face. "Go out for a walk to help digest the food."

She pulled her younger son back and helped him put on his shoes.

"Mother, I don't want to."

"No, you do!"

As soon as she put on the shoes, Feng Jiuli felt that this pair of shoes seemed very different.

Soft, comfortable and very light, much more comfortable to wear than the shoes I wore before.

Feng Jiuli asked, "Mom, who gave me these shoes? They are so comfortable. I won't feel tired when I walk later."

"Of course it's your grandmother."

[At this time, Old Madam Qin in Beijing sneezed repeatedly.

"Strange, I've been sneezing every day lately. I wonder if Ah Yue and her two grandchildren are doing well in their exile."]

After that, Madam Feng took her youngest son out of the house. She winked at her daughter, closed the door, and left.

Feng Jiuyan watched them leave with amusement, then walked to the table and put the things into the space.

Next, the quilt.

Just as I packed my luggage, I heard someone shouting downstairs, "Come down, come down, all of you come down. Let's set off——"