This time, Su Jiaoniang didn't leave alone. She drove her mule cart to Xiao Ya's small shop.

Seeing the few people sitting scattered inside, she didn't pay much attention. She asked the little girl, "Going home? I can give you a ride home on the way."

The little girl shook her head: "Business has been bad lately, Mother, you go back first, I'll talk to you later."

The little girl was busy hopping and skipping around.

Su Jiaoniang glanced inside.

I suddenly paused for a moment.

She saw a little boy inside who had been cleaned up; he looked somewhat similar to Futu.

Upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem like it.

A strange feeling.

"Then I'll head back now," Su Jiaoniang said.

Xiao Ya responded crisply, and Su Jiaoniang drove the carriage back to the courtyard with Lu Wujiu.

In the courtyard, Old Su, the scholar, was much better. He held a cane in his hand, followed by Old Guo, and they moved slowly around the courtyard, all dressed in thick clothes.

The moment he saw Su Jiaoniang, Old Scholar Su smiled and said, "You're back?"

"You're back. How are you feeling? Are you cold outside? Should I make you a down jacket?" She started accumulating duck and chicken down feathers in the summer.

Although the savings weren't much, at least the elderly, weak, and young in the family could each get a set.

"It's not cold at all, my clothes are so thick, it's warm." Old Scholar Su was extremely satisfied with his current life.

He looked at Lu Wujiu, observing his height and build, and then at Su Jiaoniang, his eyes filled with emotion. He felt that his daughter had gone astray, using this young man as a substitute. Look at his appearance, how much he resembled Lu Laosan back then.

He sighed and said, "This young man is not bad. If the girl likes him, she can be with him. Don't do anything else. Our family doesn't do that kind of thing. And don't think about being a widow all the time. Being a widow isn't that easy."