I rely on the system to support my eighteen brothers and sisters

When the old woman heard the voice, she turned around in surprise: "Mrs. Qiao?"

"Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?"

The two asked in unison.

Wei Cailan looked at Qiao Linxi who was walking towards her, and then said, "Are you here to pick up your grandchildren?"

Mrs. Qiao was very surprised and asked, "How did you know?"

Then Mrs. Qiao understood and said, "Have you seen my son?"

"Well, we were exiled and settled here. We have lived in Qiaojiazhuang for five years. Although Zijin is already middle-aged, I have watched that boy grow up since he was a child, so I recognized him at the first sight."

After hearing what Wei Cailan said, Mrs. Qiao felt upset and asked, "Why didn't you write to tell me? We have been separated for more than 20 years, and we didn't even see each other for the last time."

Wei Cailan then noticed the wooden board on the oxcart, her face changed, and then she said, "If your son wanted to tell you, he would have told you where he was long ago."

Wei Cailan always thought that Old Mrs. Qiao knew where Qiao Zijin was, so she didn't interfere in their family affairs.

"My son has been missing for the past twenty years since he ran away from home. If the Qin family hadn't written to tell us, we still wouldn't know where he is."

"Now that things have come to this, don't be too sad. Your son is living a very good life here."

Although places like Qiaojiazhuang are a bit remote and life is a bit hard, it is really very comfortable. People work from sunrise to sunset, rest from sunset to sunrise, dig wells for drinking, and farm for food.

Wei Cailan was exiled because of a crime committed by her family, and she really couldn't accept it at first. But as time went by, she began to like such a life.

Now, even if the emperor pardoned their family's crime and allowed them to return to Beijing, she did not want to go back to that treacherous capital city.

Old Mrs. Qiao looked at the wooden coffin on the ox cart and was secretly worried.

Seeing Old Mrs. Qiao wiping her tears while looking at the wooden coffin on the ox cart, Qiao Linxi smiled at Wei Cailan, took the basket from her hand, put it on the stove, and asked Qiao Linqin to hold the rice jar and wash the rice.

She went back to the house and took out the wooden box from the place where she had dug the jar.

"Sister, why did you take out Dad's treasure?"

Seeing Qiao Linxi holding a wooden box covered in mud, Qiao Linshu was a little surprised. This box belonged to his father, who treasured it so much that he would not let anyone touch it.

"This box may be what Dad left for Grandma."

Qiao Linxi walked up to Old Lady Qiao with the box in his arms and handed it to her. He said, "This is something my father had. Maybe he left it for you."

Yue Li, who was standing next to him, looked at the wooden box and narrowed her eyes. The patterns on the box were clearly from the Dongyue Kingdom. Moreover, there was a mechanism on the box that only the Dongyue people could open.

But the owner of this box is the old lady's son, who is from Dai Viet. How can a Dai Viet person have a box with a secret mechanism from Dong Viet?

Thinking about this, Yue Li turned her gaze towards Qiao Linxi and the others. Perhaps, they were the ones she was looking for.

"How do I open this box?" Mrs. Qiao fiddled with it for a long time but couldn't get it to open. There was no lock on the box either, so she didn't know where to start.

"Let me see."

Yue Li took the box, and no one knew how she did it, but she opened it in no time.

There was no gold or silver in it, just a bunch of signed letters. Looking at the handwriting, Mrs. Qiao's eyes were red again, this was her son's handwriting.

The envelope was addressed "From Mother" and signed with the three words "Qiao Zijin".

Old Mrs. Qiao opened the top letter with trembling hands. The familiar handwriting made her eyes sore and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"Mother, is everything okay these days? It hasn't rained in Daiyue for many years, and farmers can't grow crops. People's lives are getting harder and harder. I wonder if mother is doing well in the capital? I plan to take my family out of Qiaojiazhuang and see if we can find another place to live."

This letter was written recently and is dated five months ago.

Old Mrs. Qiao continued reading.

"Why is the weather so hot? Mother, remember to ask the servants in the capital to prepare more summer tea, so as not to get heatstroke."

The date of signature is three years ago. It seems that these letters were written by Qiao Zijin over the years and have never been sent out.

Old Mrs. Qiao made up her mind, poured out all the letters and started reading from the bottom one.

When it fell, the bottom one became the top one. It was obvious that it was a long time ago, and the paper had turned yellow. It might have been wandering around with its owner, so the envelope was not as clean as the one from more than five months ago. It was crumpled and had some dried water stains.

When Old Mrs. Qiao opened it, she found that some of the words inside were smudged by water and could only be vaguely distinguished.

"Mother, I am an unfilial son. I have been away from home for several months. I don't like that girl and don't want to get married so early. The world outside is so big and wonderful, I want to go see it. When I come back, I will come to you to apologize."

"Mom, I never knew that the world outside the capital is so big and the scenery is so beautiful."

"Mom, my son met a girl. She is very nice and gentle. She is willing to accompany my son to travel all over the country."

"Mother, I plan to marry that girl. Don't worry, when the time is right, I will bring her back to the capital to serve you tea."

"Mom, Susu is pregnant. You are going to be a grandmother."

"Mom, Susu gave birth to a daughter for my son. She is so fair and tender. She is so rare."

"mother……"

Old Mrs. Qiao burst into tears as she looked at the letters filled with gossip about family life. She should have been part of her son's wonderful times, but how could he be so stubborn that he didn't send a single letter home in the past twenty years.

After reading dozens of letters, Mrs. Qiao looked up and was stunned by the scene before her.

Qiao Linshu sat in front of the stove adding firewood, while Qiao Linxi stood behind the stove stirring the food in the pot, the two of them talking and laughing.

In a trance, Mrs. Qiao seemed to see her son sitting in front of the stove adding firewood, his wife cooking, and four or five children playing and laughing in the yard.

She seemed to understand why her son had not returned for so many years.

This kind of pastoral life is beautiful and makes people greedy. Here you don't have to worry about being framed or engaging in intrigue.

Never mind, as long as he lives a happy life, this life is his own choice.

"It's time to eat!"

Qiao Linxi shouted to the guards outside the yard, brought a large pot of porridge and placed it on the stone table in the yard, then went back into the house and brought back a pot of meat. The aroma of the meat instantly filled the entire yard.

Qiao Linqi pulled Qiao Linhua in from outside and saw the big pot of bacon. They exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, there's meat to eat. Sister, where did the meat come from?"