The group found the horse-drawn cart, and by the time they set off, it had been over ten minutes.
The cart indeed had a quilt spread over it, and there was another one on top, which could cover people. In the village, this was treatment worthy of honored guests.
After getting on the cart, Shen Yunfang and Li Hongjun each held a child on their laps and then wrapped them up with the cotton quilt. Combined with the thick down jackets they were wearing, it wasn't too cold even in the dead of winter.
Liu Jianjun cracked his whip, snapping it on the horse's backside, and the big horse started to stride forward with clopping hooves.
As they continued on, the road became even more remote. Li Jianjun, feeling the silence was getting awkward, started to talk with Li Hongjun about matters back home.
"Hongjun, you have no idea, ever since Dad came back from the Capital, there's been non-stop chaos at home," Liu Jianjun said with a sigh.
