Old Mrs. Qiao and Old Mr. Qiao had been looking out the door for a while. When they saw Da Cheng and Da Meng get off the carriage, they visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Only Qiao Zhizhi was left to come down.
"What about the others?" Old Mrs. Qiao asked.
"Grandma, they're both a little unwell and need to stay at the clinic for a few days," Qiao Lian'er said frankly. "Aunt and Mother will stay in the county town to take care of them."
"Are you injured? Is it serious?" Old Man Qiao asked anxiously.
"The bandits they encountered were very fierce. They had wounds that needed stitches, and their hands and feet were also injured."
"So, they've all come back."
"Yes, they're all back, and they're all alive."
When Qiao Zhizhi said this, the two elders stared at her face, as if afraid that she had something to hide.
"Thank goodness." Old Mrs. Qiao patted her chest. "When you fight those vicious bandits, you're bound to get hurt. As long as you come back alive, that's all that matters. As long as you have a life, you have everything."
"You two come here, let me take a good look at you," Old Man Qiao said to Da Cheng and Da Meng.
The two of them sustained the lightest injuries, but they still had stitches on their stomachs and backs. Da Cheng's shoulder was drooping slightly, but fortunately it was just skin damage.
Seeing those cuts, big and small, the two elderly people were heartbroken and gasped for breath.
Those who stayed in clinics must be in more serious condition. Thinking this, the two elders felt a pang of sadness, and their smiles faded.
"Grandpa, Grandma, it's really nothing, it'll be fine in a while." Da Meng smiled easily.
"We are human beings, not gods. We are made of flesh and blood, and fights are inevitable."
"Yes, sigh, you've all suffered. Let's eat," said Old Man Qiao.
Madam Lü and Madam Wan set the food on the table. To welcome everyone back today, they had slaughtered a fat chicken beforehand, dividing it into two large bowls with some left over.
Sweet and sour pork ribs, stewed pig's trotters with soybeans, pan-fried tofu, fermented potatoes, and a plate of stir-fried mushrooms picked from the mountain—the table was quite sumptuous.
Having been trekking along mountain roads for days, eating only steamed buns and flatbreads, Da Cheng and Da Meng's mouths watered as they saw the delicious and authentic food at home. They buried their heads and began to devour it.
"Wow, the rice at home is so delicious!" Da Meng was amazed when he tasted the rice. It was fragrant, soft, sticky, and fluffy.
Da Cheng stirred the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks: "Wait a minute, Grandma, why is this rice so smooth and plump, and so white? It shouldn't look like this from our fields. Did you buy new rice?"
Rice like this looks and tastes so good, I can't imagine how expensive it must be.
"This is the rice that your little sister Lian'er bought," said Grandma Qiao.
Upon hearing this, Da Cheng and Da Meng exchanged a knowing glance and didn't ask any more questions.
Da Meng asked expectantly, "Then, Lian'er, will our family be able to eat this kind of rice more often from now on?"
"Leave it to me," Qiao Lian'er assured her.
She herself doesn't like to eat the coarse rice grown in ancient times.
The two of them were initially reluctant to eat, fearing that once they finished, there wouldn't be any left. But after hearing her words, they picked at the food with even more fervor.
After the two had almost finished eating, Grandma Qiao gave them a bowl of chicken soup.
After working hard for ten days and getting injured, I need to take good care of myself.
As for the two chicken legs, no matter who gets the other one, Old Mrs. Qiao will always put one in Qiao Lian'er's bowl.
Qiao Lian'er lay on the bed, opened her spatial storage, and checked the medicines.
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