After bidding farewell to the old village chief, Xiaoguo really admired this 70-year-old man from the bottom of her heart.
He was doing the best that he could in this position.
"How is it? Are you ready?"
Xiaoguo was sitting in the carriage, waiting for Xiao Zhu and Yu Ling to come out.
Yu Ling appeared first and sat down with her. When she heard Xiaoguo's words, she nodded. "I'm ready. I didn't forget anything."
Yu Ling had packed all the clothes that were made by her mother. There was also a ceramic jar containing Zhao Yuyan's ashes, and a few miscellaneous items. It sounded like a lot, but the bag looked rather flat.
Xiaoguo nodded and looked at Yu Ling's dusty clothes and the oversized shoes she was wearing. She thought to herself that she would make new garments and shoes for both girls when she gets home. Coincidentally, thanks to Su Changsheng's gift, there was no shortage of fabrics at home.
