Han Qiao told Granny Gu to let Zeng Qin'er sleep in the same room with her and her great-grandson for a few days, and then asked Heng Yi to go to the village chief to see if he could carve out a piece of land and build two houses. Then, she would let Zeng Qin'er move out.
Granny Gu thought for a moment before agreeing, "Alright."
Zeng Qin'er carried her blanket and mattress into the room. Granny Gu looked at the clean mattress. Envy flashed in her eyes.
Han Qiao was not idle either. The house needed to be tidied up.
People said that it was easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it was difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. After two years of good life, she was not used to living in a small house again.
Looking at her sleeping son, Han Qiao was silent for a moment before she smiled and continued to unpacking.
Zeng Qin'er entered the room and called out softly, "Mother."
"Are you done unpacking?" Han Qiao asked.