Chapter 82

Chapter 82

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The evening glow travels a thousand miles, while the morning glow does not venture out the door.

At dawn, a radiant glow fills the horizon.

As the glow dissipates, white clouds gather.

In the mountains, a white mist prevails.

The thick white mist condenses into raindrops.

It begins to rain.

Sitting in a mountain cave, listening to the sound of rain.

Pitter-patter, swish, ding-dong, ding-dong.

Like a symphony.

It is said that the reason why the sound of rain helps us sleep is because our ancestors lived in caves, and when they heard the rain, they knew they were safe - during heavy rain, wild beasts wouldn't attack, so they could sleep soundly.

This gene has been passed down to modern times, although we no longer need to fear wild beasts, we still sleep more soundly on rainy nights.

The mountain cave where a fire had been burning all night wasn't so damp.

Jiang Yu was rinsing rice.

While her older sister was rinsing the rice, little Mianmian was playing mischievously nearby, secretly adding Magic Spring Water.

Father fell twice last night, so adding some Magic Spring Water will give him strength.

Mother went digging for wild vegetables last night, it was very tiring, so adding some Magic Spring Water will give her strength.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

Elder brother practiced sword fighting half the night last night, it was very tiring, so adding some Magic Spring Water will give him strength.

Older sister talked in her sleep a lot last night, muttering many names of vegetables, it was very tiring, so adding some Magic Spring Water will give her strength.

She needed to add strength too, she felt like she could soon prop herself up against the wall if she kept trying, so she needed to add strength too.

Mianmian babbled on seriously as she added the Magic Spring Water.

To her family's eyes, she was just little fluffy Mianmian, a frizzy-haired bundle of softness sitting cross-legged by the earthenware jar, her chubby little hands playing in the water, reaching into the jar, mumbling words intently with an adorably serious look.

People always yearn for home, even if home is just a thatched hut - it's still home, and no matter where one is, the scent of home is always missed.

A light misty drizzle fell.

The spider webs along the path were laden with glistening dewdrops.

Jiang Yu's family also packed up and headed towards the village.

At night, the village had seemed very far away, but during the day, they felt like they arrived surprisingly quickly.

Along the way, they saw towering trees and dense forests, feeling the environment was truly amazing.

It was also possible that from Mianmian's infant perspective, everything appeared exceptionally large and grand.

She felt her face slowly becoming damp, unsure if she was walking through mist.

The trees, grass, and woods were drenched, and the path was slippery. After walking for a while, the adults' pant legs were all soaked.

Father rode on horseback, while Mianmian was carried on her mother's back. Jiang Yu and Jiang Feng walked on their own.

The group made their way through the dense forest. After a while, the trees thinned out, signaling they were nearing the village.

The woods closer to the village were frequented daily, so there were fewer overgrown weeds.

As Jiang Yu's family approached their home, they saw a crowd of people gathered at their doorstep.

No one entered the house because the doorway of Jiang the Second's home was swarmed by a dense mass of ants, crawling all over the lintel.

In ancient times, people were superstitious and wouldn't casually disturb unfamiliar situations they couldn't comprehend.

Squatting at the doorstep was the leader, none other than Old Fifth Uncle who had spoken with Jiang Changtian at the village entrance that day.

Old Fifth Uncle watched as Jiang the Second's family of five emerged from the mountains. Seeing Jiang the Second seated atop a white horse, from a distance he appeared like a sage from legend.

Leading the way was the tall and sturdy Mother of Jiang Feng, carrying a hoe and a plump baby in her arms.

Behind her rode Jiang the Second on a white horse, his long hair flowing gracefully, his face radiant and fair.

After him came Sister Jiang Yu, playfully swinging a wooden staff as she skipped along.

And last was Brother Jiang Feng, carrying a shoulder pole laden with wild vegetables they had dug up from the mountains - clearly people who knew how to survive.

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