After Grandma Zhou’s matters were settled, there was nothing in the Northeast that the couple was attached to. Before leaving, they decided to return to the village to accompany their parents and take care of their backyard.
In the small courtyard in town, in the master bedroom, Zhang Guoqing put down his sleeping son and pulled Zhou Jiao out of the room. He whispered, "We should start packing up everything now."
Zhou Jiao nodded, following him from behind, starting from the study room, "You first consider how long the food supply should last. I’ll pack up everything in the study except for the furniture."
"It should be enough for them until the end of the year. Too much isn’t safe, and they might not consume it all. Apart from the belongings in their room, we’ll leave a couple more quilts and the phonograph for them. I’ll take the bicycle with me. Whatever’s left, you decide."
Zhou Jiao had already thought it through. She needed to prepare food, meat, firewood, coal, and daily necessities for them. Give them more money and tickets; if anything’s missing, send it back later.
After cleaning up, the couple exchanged smiles. Once everything in the village was settled, they would really be leaving this home. Looking at the familiar furniture, they felt quite reluctant.
On their return to the village, the North Mountain Foot was quiet. A group of people was working hard in the distant fields.
As they passed the old yard, they found no one inside, suggesting their parents were probably in the fields helping out. Seeing the backyard confirmed that they were working with the others.
Zhang Guoqing didn’t bother looking for his parents, leaving Zhou Jiao to clean the house while he took their child to the backyard.
"Daddy, everything here is ours."
Zhang Guoqing chuckled, "Yes, it’s not for others."
After a glance around, he noticed the corn wasn’t doing great, but it was still something, better yet were the sweet potatoes. He had no time for the autumn sowing this year; otherwise, he could harvest more in two months.
"Son, stay here and don’t move, Daddy’s going to work."
Ping’an effortlessly dragged a bamboo basket in front, "I’ll watch Daddy work, so I can help when I grow up."
"Good, my son is really great."
When Zhou Jiao came to the backyard, Zhang Guoqing had already done most of the work, while Ping’an was crouched playing with the sweet potatoes.
"Don’t rush the work; we’re not in a hurry."
"Mommy, Daddy said those vegetables won’t grow big and just need to be pulled out."
Zhou Jiao looked in the direction the child pointed and laughed, "Yes. They just don’t have enough nutrients to grow big. You need to eat more to grow faster."
Then, she spoke regretfully, "It’s a pity about these fruit trees; they haven’t yielded much yet wasted a lot of your dad’s effort."
Ping’an frowned and shook his head, "Sour!"
"Alright, we won’t eat sour ones. Tomorrow, Daddy will take you up the mountain to pick wild fruits, looking for sweet ones just for Ping’an." Seeing the child’s expression, Zhang Guoqing couldn’t help but laugh.
Zhou Jiao looked ahead and silently clicked her tongue. Seeing his pace, this man was really suited to be a farmer.
"Are you planning to finish all the work in one afternoon?"
Zhang Guoqing shook his head, smiling, "Not that fast. We’ll have visitors at home these next few days, so we need to speed up, to clear it early and not make a show."
Zhou Jiao nodded and took the child to pick vegetables. The remote management and the rain had wasted this vegetable garden.
The family stayed in the village for three days but rarely saw the parents. The helpful Mr. and Mother Zhang were busy assisting the village with the wheat harvest, worn out each day, eating sorghum porridge in the fields before crashing to sleep upon returning home.

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