After thanking him, Qian Chunhua took Qingsong into the main hall.

Patriarch Zhao had just finished his meal and was wiping his mouth, "Chunhua is here."

Qian Chunhua placed the brown sugar he brought on the table and expressed his gratitude. Even Qingsong, who was following behind him, thanked Patriarch Zhao.

Patriarch Zhao felt relieved at once. After dealing with the matter of the substitution and abuse of Qingsong last night, there were different voices in the clan, and some even accused him of not protecting Zhao Yongqiang.

He could only say that they were all children of the Zhao family, and he could only feel at ease if he was impartial.

He had not expected any reward when he helped Qian Chunhua, but Qian Chunhua was grateful to him, which made Patriarch Zhao feel that his efforts were not in vain.

Like Zhao Yongqiang's family, I helped him by suppressing the matter and not allowing them to report it to the police. Not only were they not grateful, they also blamed me for not helping enough.

Comparing the two, Patriarch Zhao found Qian Chunhua much more pleasing to his eyes.

Patriarch Zhao began to show concern for his younger generation. "Chunhua, what are your plans for the future?"

Qian Chunhua answered honestly: "Uncle, after this side of the house is partitioned off, I plan to let Qingsong go to school. I will find something to do and earn some money."

Patriarch Zhao nodded and did not comment on Qian Chunhua's words, but he disagreed in his heart. It is not easy to find something to do.

Haven’t you seen so many young and strong people in Huanghualing sitting idle at home and unable to earn any money?

Chief Zhao: "Chunhua, you didn't get any land this time, why don't you buy a few acres while you still have money?"

Patriarch Zhao's suggestion is a good one. If the current Fujian Dynasty is peaceful and prosperous, Qian Chunhua may really be able to buy a few acres of land.

But unfortunately, natural disasters, war disasters, locusts... this series of unforeseen disasters made Qian Chunhua dare not purchase fixed assets easily.

But Patriarch Zhao meant well, so Qian Chunhua accepted it with a smile, saying that he would consider it.

After chatting for a while, Qian Chunhua said goodbye and left.

Cao returned to the main hall and opened the gift Qian Chunhua had given her. She couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's not brown sugar. There's no need to buy brown sugar for Nizi during her confinement. I'll give this as a gift when she gives birth."

Nizi is the daughter of Cao, who married into a neighboring village and is about to give birth to a child.

After hearing his daughter-in-law's words, Patriarch Zhao stretched his head to take a look. He didn't expect Qian Chunhua to give such a large gift for a simple thank you. He thought Qian Chunhua would also give some corn or black noodles.

Qian Chunhua, completely unaware of this, was taking Qingsong to Qian's home. She had plenty of brown sugar. When she was stockpiling supplies, she went to the wholesale market and stockpiled white sugar, brown sugar and salt by tons.

After returning to the Qian family, Qian Chunhua took Zhao Qingfeng and Zhao Xiaoling with her. After washing up, the four of them went home together.

Tonight we all sleep in the next room. The bed is not big, but we can all fit in even if we squeeze together.

After checking the wounds on Qingsong's body, I applied medicine to them. The wounds began to scab over. Children have strong healing abilities. The frostbite on Qingsong's feet stopped leaking, and I applied frostbite cream.

However, the three children, including their bodies, faces and hands, all have dry and flaky skin. Fortunately, Qian Chunhua had stockpiled a lot of baby cream when he was stockpiling supplies.

When Qian Chunhua was stocking up, considering that she was already 6 years old, she did not stock up on any cosmetics and only bought facial cleanser and baby cream.

I didn't expect this would come in handy.

After washing the hands and faces of the three children and applying baby cream on them, the three children kept sniffing their hands.

"Mom, it smells so good."

Qian Chunhua: "Well, mom will rub perfume on you guys."

When she was a child, Qian Chunhua remembered that they loved the smell of baby cream.

In just two days, the three children's faces regained color, especially Qingsong. Qian Chunhua didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that Qingsong's face was starting to show a little flesh.

Everything is going in the right direction, especially for the three children.