"Thank you, little uncle. I will be filial to you when I grow up."

"Yes, I want to honor my uncle."

Li Mingqing smiled as he listened to the children's childish chatter.

Several children ran home excitedly with their notebooks and pencil cases.

Zhang Lihua, Li Lizhu and Yang Daya were sitting in the corner doing needlework, sewing school bags for the children.

The three sisters-in-law knew that the thing in the child's hand was given by Li Mingqing.

Others are reluctant and unable to take it out.

"This is for our schooling."

"Your uncle is so generous, don't be such an ungrateful person in the future. And your aunt will let you try any delicious food she has, it's hard to find in the world."

The children nodded obediently and went back to their rooms to carefully place the food on the table.

When Mrs. Li and Mr. Li heard this in the house, they looked relieved.

A harmonious family brings prosperity.

The relationship in the Li family is getting better and better, and their lives are getting better and better.

Li Mingqing sat there listening to the radio and watching Sun Jiaxue tinkering with the jars to pickle salted duck eggs.

"Wife, the mustard greens are almost done growing. Let's pickle them together. They taste great with porridge."

"Use two jars."

Last time, Sun Jiaxue learned how to pickle spring bamboo shoots from Old Lady Li.

All kinds of pickled vegetables have the same end result and the methods are basically the same.

Li Mingqing saw her sitting there alone, nodding with a firm expression as if to encourage herself, and asked with a chuckle, "Wife, why do you look like that?"

"Brother Mingqing, I'm afraid the mustard greens will be damaged. Why don't you ask mother for help?"

"Sure, Mom pickles vegetables every year anyway, so when the time comes, I'll just pickle the duck eggs first."

Sun Jiaxue breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of a heavy burden.

"Jiaxue! Are you home?"

Zhang Mingcheng and Wu Lili stood in the yard and shouted towards the house.