His voice was small, but it revealed a kind of stubbornness.

Zhao Xiaoling also came forward and advised in a childish voice: "Brother Qingsong, just let my mother help you carry it. This backpack is really heavy."

She knew how heavy the pig grass in the backpack was. Usually she and her brother Qingsong worked together to barely carry it home.

Qian Chunhua ignored Zhao Qingsong's refusal. She reached out and took the backpack off his shoulders.

The weight of the backpack almost made her lose her grip, but fortunately she adjusted her position in time.

She noticed that Zhao Qingsong's shoulders had been pressed red, and some places had even rubbed the skin, leaving red marks.

In such cold weather, the child is still wearing thin clothes.

Qian Chunhua felt a pang of sadness. She didn't understand what the eldest wife's family was thinking. Why didn't they take good care of their own child but instead came to snatch someone else's child?

She knew in her heart that the first wife's family did this simply because they were impressed by Zhao Qingyun's intelligence and talent.

They thought that he might become successful in the future, so they wanted to adopt Zhao Qingsong under their own name in advance so that they could enjoy Zhao Qingyun's wealth and glory in the future.

Qian Chunhua found this idea simply inconceivable.

She couldn't understand the way the eldest family thought. Why did they always think about taking advantage of others instead of living a good life through their own efforts?

She sighed and slung the backpack over her shoulders.

He hung the bag he was carrying firmly on his chest and slowly set foot on the rugged path leading down the mountain.

The two children, Zhao Qingsong and Zhao Xiaoling, were holding Zhao Qingfeng's hands, one on the left and one on the right, and the three small figures were walking forward in front.

Qian Chunhua's gaze fell on Zhao Qingsong, a little boy who was even thinner than his own Qingyun and whose clothes looked even more tattered.

Something seemed to flash through Qian Chunhua's mind, but then quickly disappeared and he didn't remember it.

…

Although Zhao Qingsong is small in stature, his love and care for Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling is obvious.

On the way down the mountain, he kept reminding them: "Xiao Ling, be careful, there is a pit ahead."

Or "Qingfeng, don't kick the stone, your shoes will break."

…

Zhao Qingsong kept nagging and reminding Xiaoling and Qingfeng all the way.

Qian Chunhua followed them with a smile on her face, and couldn't help but smile. Zhao Qingsong was even more nagging than herself.

However, surprisingly, the two children obeyed him very much.

Qingsong, when it comes to caring for his younger siblings, is even more like a competent brother than Zhao Qingyun.

They walked towards the village at the foot of the mountain. When they passed the Zhao family's fields, Qian Chunhua suddenly asked, "Qingsong, why aren't your mother and the others working in the fields?"

This question seems to be a casual one, but Qian Chunhua actually has ulterior motives.

When Zhao Qingsong heard this question, he looked up at his wife Qian Chunhua nervously.

“Aunt..., Aunt, I..., my mother...” Zhao Qingsong stuttered, seeming to have difficulty speaking, but he did not lie.

Qian Chunhua already had the answer in her mind. She smiled and said, "It's okay. Auntie is just asking casually. Come on, let's go home."

After hearing these words, Zhao Qingsong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't know exactly where his parents went, he knew they didn't work in the fields every day.

The Zhao family only had one mu of land and three mu of farmland, so why did they need to go out to work every day? Qian Chunhua knew this very well.

There are so few fields only because Zhao Daqing has problematic ideas.

He believed that money should be hidden away rather than used to buy more land.

In his opinion, as long as the family's fields can grow enough food to feed the family, it is enough.