Chapter 44: The Partridges of Early Spring

The ground in the village was uneven, and though the cart had shock absorbers, it was still very uncomfortable to sit in.

The cart's wheels rolled over the bumpy surface, jolting Yue Qingqing so much that she saw stars.

Yue Qingqing quickly reached out to her dad, and Yue Jiandong, smiling, picked her up and held her close to his chest.

"Wanting daddy to hold you, are you?"

Yue Qingqing leaned against Yue Jiandong, feeling both warm and steady, much more comfortable than sitting in the cart.

Thus, she ingratiatingly nuzzled the neck of this human vehicle, her fuzzy hat brushing against him, making Yue Jiandong unable to resist laughing.

Yue Jianxi picked up the cart, looking enviously at the father and daughter ahead.

The villagers all said daughters were worthless and sons were valuable.

His own rascal son, only slightly younger than Qingqing, did nothing but eat and sleep, facing him solely with his buttocks each time he came home.