"All children have to work, but nowhere do children have to do the most tiring work and not even get enough food to eat, let alone help the lazy elders with their tasks. Don't you think so, Aunt Dagui?"
Jiang Tanyue's voice came from outside the yard, calm like water but sounding like a celestial melody.
Qian Zhenzhu never felt that her niece had appeared at such a timely moment, like a savior.
"Aunt Zhao, Aunt Qian, Aunt Zhou."
Passing by the crowd, Jiang Tanyue gave Lu Jingzhi a meaningful look.
Lu Jingzhi scratched her head: she didn't quite understand.
"But Aunt Qian is right, we should go back. Packing up takes too much time. Mom, you can stay here with my brother and pack up slowly. My sister and I will go back to the old house first. As for where to stay... when we left, we didn't bring much with us, so we'll live in our old room. I assume the bedding is still there." Jiang Tanyue said.
Zhou Ziyun held her child and spoke quickly: "How could they still be there..."
