"Mom, we're back."
When the five sisters Daya came back with their small baskets on their backs, they found that the doors and windows of their house were closed.
Without Da Ya saying anything, Si Ya and Wu Ya ran to close the courtyard gate and squatted at the door to watch.
Sanya picked and washed wild vegetables, Daya gathered dry firewood, and Erya put wet branches in the open space in the backyard to dry.
In the house, Du Xiaoying finished frying the last bit of fish, turned down the fire, and hurried out to get some fresh air.
"Mom." Daya immediately moved a small stool and fanned her mother with a fan.
"Taste it first, and then we'll start eating when your father comes back." Du Xiaoying said as she handed the dried fish to San Ya who had just finished washing the vegetables, and took the fan from Daya's hand.
"Mom has already tasted it in the house, go wash your hands and eat it."
The five sisters were reluctant to leave, so they ate the delicious dried fish in small bites and stared at the foot of the mountain.
From a distance, they saw a tall figure pushing a cart getting closer and closer, and the sisters hurried out to help.
"No need, Dad is strong and can push it." After saying this, Song Guoliang easily pushed the cart into his yard.
"Dad, you must be thirsty. Drink some water." Daya brought a teacup of water.
Du Xiaoying smiled and waved a palm-leaf fan, looking at the father and daughter talking and laughing, and suddenly felt that happiness was so simple.
Moreover, her man is not one of those foolishly filial men who only know how to side with their parents.
I am extremely grateful that my man has returned safely from the army in this life and is no longer the cold box he was in the previous life.
At the same time, two tall and thin black men entered the Song family's old house carrying huge backpacks.
"Auntie, where are Xiaoying and Daya Niang'er?"
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