Except for Chuyue, everyone in their group was carrying something, making quite a spectacle as they arrived at the old house. Along the way, they were surrounded by onlookers.

After all, it's rare to see a dozen or so people, big and small, carrying so much stuff.

Children who have separated from their parents usually take good care of them, but it's rare to find someone like Jiang Shuyun and his wife who never comes to the old house empty-handed—almost none. Everyone secretly envies the Jiang family for having such a filial son.

No one would think that Mu Yi'an was being filial. In ancient times, women were considered appendages of men and were rarely mentioned separately. Even if Mu Yi'an and his relatives grew watermelons and made money, when people talked about it, it was always Jiang Shuyun's family.

Mu Yi'an has adapted to the way of thinking in this era. She and Jiang Shuyun are in the same boat. It doesn't matter whose reputation is as good as their reputation.

"Father, Mother, this is a Mid-Autumn Festival gift that Jiang Qi and I prepared for you. Shuyun can't come back this year, so Shaoming and Shaoyun are representing you."

"Good, you are all good children, you are very thoughtful."

Jiang's mother looked at the clothes, food, tea and wine, and saw that everything was taken care of, all of which were things that the old couple could use.

"Mother, doesn't my eldest brother get a holiday at the county school either?"

"We're on holiday starting tomorrow. I'll be back with Shuwen tonight."

Jiang's mother thought about her eldest son, who was studying at the county school, and her youngest son, who was working at the trading company; both would be returning tomorrow. But her second son, who was far away in the prefectural city, wouldn't be coming back, and she felt quite uneasy.

Looking at the gifts Mu Yi'an brought, Sister-in-law Jiang realized that apart from some food, which they could benefit from, the rest were truly gifts for her parents-in-law, and no one else could get a piece of them.

Jiang Da Sao, feeling suffocated, couldn't show it. She felt uncomfortable and thought Mu Yi'an had changed too much. She wondered if he had hit his head and damaged a nerve.

If Mu Yi'an knew what Jiang Dasao was thinking, she would definitely tell her that you were right!