That night, Song Qinghe slept very soundly!

Zhou Jianshan, however, did not sleep all night. He tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he could see Song Qinghe working in the fields with a large bundle on her back.

Back in the day, he was also from a peasant background.

If they weren't truly desperate to survive, they wouldn't be out here trying to make a living.

Are those farm chores really that easy to do?

Zhou Jianshan was worried that Song Qinghe might not be able to do the job properly and might not earn any work points, which would be troublesome.

Just thinking about it fills my heart with worry.

Zhou Jianshan used to be a man of absolute authority, a local tyrant, but now he's been reduced to a fearful old stubborn man.

She seems even worse than those women who gossip about family matters all day long; it's unbelievable.

He got up before dawn.

Zhou Jianshan strolled out to buy breakfast for Song Qinghe: soy milk and fried dough sticks, tiger paw-shaped pastries, and flatbread and glutinous rice balls—he bought a little of each.

I also ordered two more bowls of plain noodles, intending to see what Song Qinghe liked to eat, and then I'd let her pack the rest to take home and eat on the way.

Living conditions in the future will definitely not be as good as at home, if it weren't for the worry about not being able to store it.

Zhou Jianshan always made sure to bring her enough food for a whole year, determined not to let Song Qinghe suffer even the slightest grievance.

When Song Qinghe got up and saw the breakfast spread on the table, she was a little dazed and almost forgot that she was supposed to go to the countryside today.

It feels so good to wake up to a meal right away.

"My dear granddaughter, what do you like to eat?"

"Grandpa, have some plain noodles. I won't be here anymore, so please take good care of yourself. I'm looking forward to our reunion."

"Okay, okay."

When Zhou Jianshan heard her say that, he was immediately moved to tears. The time they spent together was always so short, and he didn't know when they would meet again.

After the Song family fell from power, this girl visibly matured.

Song Qinghe was also a little upset. She had thought she was a cold-hearted person who wouldn't have any normal human emotions.

It turned out to be completely different from what I expected.

Seeing Zhou Jianshan like this now makes her feel sad too.

Song Qinghe smiled and said, "Grandpa, let's eat quickly, otherwise the noodles will get cold. Or would you like something else?"

"If you keep talking, I'm going to cry, and it's really hard to comfort me when I cry!"

"Alright, alright, let's eat."

Zhou Jianshan didn't want to upset her at this time; there was no need for it.

This child has such a sensitive heart!

After dinner, Zhou Jianshan insisted on taking Song Qinghe to the train station.

This is a proper long trip, and I have to see her off at the train station.

Song Qinghe knew that her refusal would be futile; what good would it do if she refused again?

Zhou Jianshan wouldn't listen to her at all, and might even secretly follow her.

Coincidentally, to avoid attracting attention, she had specially prepared two large boxes, one in each hand.

If Zhou Jianshan goes with her, he can help put in a good word for her.

Song Qinghe had thought things through thoroughly; she had prepared so many supplies specifically for lying down.

Since we've prepared it, we're bound to use it.

If I can't use it, why bother going through all this trouble?

If you intend to use it, you need a reasonable excuse.

Song Qinghe then thought of preparing two boxes so that she could conceal her identity later.

If anyone asks, she says she brought it from home.

As for where she lives, that's a secret that can't be told.