Feng Bingwen was stunned. Wasn't his father and mother studying at the academy in Longchuan Prefecture, preparing for the imperial examinations? How could they be making such a grand display?
"Could it be that I'm seeing things?"
This situation made Feng Bingwen doubt himself. His spiritual eye ability was a preliminary creation based on his own conditions and under the guidance of his teacher.
Currently, it has no special destructive power; it can only see things that ordinary people cannot see, and its vision is relatively far. However, it cannot compare to the legendary Heavenly Emperor's divine eyes, which can only see about ten miles away, and it cannot see anything beyond that.
Whew~
The young man sitting in the carriage shivered as the cold wind blew, and he quickly rolled the window back up. At this moment, Feng Bingwen could no longer see him; his eyes did not yet possess the ability to see through things.
However, Feng Bingwen didn't have to wait long. Just as the convoy was approaching Qingshan County, its direction of travel suddenly changed, turning onto a small path that deviated from the main road.
The entire caravan came to a stop. Feng Bingwen, who had been keeping a close eye on the caravan, watched as a young woman in a fur coat stepped down from the most spacious carriage in the middle. She looked tired, and her black hair was adorned with a five-phoenix hairpin with pearls hanging from it, exuding an air of nobility.
The moment the young woman's feet touched the ground, several old women, along with a dozen maids and servants, surrounded her, and a small, exquisitely carved bronze censer was presented to her.
"mother!"
Looking at the woman whose attire was unfamiliar but whose face was strangely familiar, Feng Bingwen couldn't help but blurt out, his eyes widening slightly, because he saw a young man dressed in brocade robes getting off the carriage right behind the woman.
"..."
At this moment, Feng Bingwen fell silent. If it were just one person, it would be fine; perhaps they looked alike or were relatives. But this couple looked exactly like his parents. If it was just a coincidence, then it was truly unbelievable.
"Turns out I'm a hidden rich kid!"
The child's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but curl them slightly upwards, but he still stared intently at the couple getting off the bus, curious about what they were planning to do.
"Damn it, I can't hear you!"
At this moment, Feng Bingwen was somewhat annoyed. He could see the scene ten miles away, but he could not hear any sound. He did not have a supernatural ability similar to having super hearing, and he had not yet developed it.
All one could see was that young man, exuding an air of wealth, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of Qingshan County. He then turned his head, seemingly sighing to the young woman beside him, who was adorned with jewels and gold jewelry. The young woman, who looked exactly like his mother, also wore a look of agreement.
He then saw the two men climb back into the spacious carriage, and a full quarter of an hour later, they emerged from the carriage again.
At this moment, their attire changed again, no longer displaying the previous dazzling wealth and jewels, but instead transforming into the appearance Feng Bingwen remembered.
The old cloth robe and clothes, though clean and tidy, had some pudding smeared in the shadows, giving the impression of trying hard to maintain a respectable appearance, yet actually being quite strapped for cash.
"What are you doing?"
Feng Bingwen suppressed the urge to expose them and watched as the couple, whose attire was much simpler than before, took the New Year's goods that had been prepared in advance from the servants around them, carrying large and small bags, and boarded a dilapidated carriage at the back of the caravan that was obviously being pulled by inferior horses.
The carriage, pulled by a skinny old horse, swayed and staggered out of Qingshan County under the skillful direction of an old coachman, while the huge caravan with its flags waving remained where it was.
Everyone in the motorcade—the old women, the butler, the servants—watched the scene with remarkable composure, seemingly accustomed to it. Clearly, this wasn't the first time the couple had done something like this.
"Grass!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but utter a particle from his throat, but even he himself didn't know what kind of emotion it contained.
As he watched the dilapidated carriage passing through the county town and heading towards Fengjia Village, a wisp of mist rose from beneath Feng Bingwen's feet, lifting his body, concealing his figure, and rapidly approaching the lake shore. In just a moment, Feng Bingwen was back in his familiar bedroom, overlapping with the shadow of the mist lying on the table.
He pretended to be holding a book of sages that he had long since memorized, and after waiting for most of the hour, the door behind him opened, and a familiar voice rang out from behind him.
"Wen'er, your parents are back, they're already at the village entrance."
"What? My parents are back!"
Feng Bingwen, who had already seen the truth from afar, still had to pretend to be surprised and delighted. Under his grandmother's smiling gaze, he threw down his book, rushed out of the house, and looked towards the village entrance.
Sure enough, after a short while, a carriage pulled by a skinny old horse appeared in front of them. Then a couple carrying large and small bags got off the carriage and smiled as they looked at the children waiting at their door.
"Wen'er, have you been listening to your grandparents at home? Have you missed your parents?"
Just like a couple who rarely come home, once they step through the door, they greet their children who are left at home with concern and ask them some of the questions that most parents would ask.
With a slightly aggrieved feeling, Feng Bingwen answered his parents' questions and accepted the very well-packaged New Year's goods from their hands. He could smell the aroma of meat and the sweetness of dried fruit.
"Hey, where did this cow come from?"
The wealthy couple, who had returned to their hometown in a low-key manner, had barely shifted their gaze from their son when they saw the newly built cowshed in their old home, with robust yellow cattle inside chewing on hay and feed.
"This was a gift from the steward of a wealthy family in the county."
"No need for formalities," the old woman replied proudly as she followed Feng Bingwen out of the house to greet her son and daughter-in-law, who hadn't returned for half a year.
"The steward of a wealthy household? Why would he give us our cows for no reason?"
This unusual situation immediately alerted the young woman, who was wearing a clean, traditional Chinese dress with a front opening—there were two very fine patches sewn on the dress in an inconspicuous place, indicating that she was living in poverty.
"Isn't it just Wen'er being naughty?"
The old woman laughed and cursed.
"What did Wen'er do this time?"
The woman's hand naturally landed on her son's head, and she gently rubbed it.
"Come on, let's go inside and talk. This isn't something that can be discussed in a short time."
The old woman did not answer, but led her son and daughter-in-law through the gate. In a sheltered corner of the hall, a brazier radiated warmth, and a sprightly old man with gray hair sat beside it. When he saw the couple enter the house, he could no longer hold back, put down the book in his hand, and stood up.
"Father, I'm back!"
"Um!"
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