Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 66: Chapter 67: Visiting Grandfather’s House_l

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Li Xiu’e felt distressed for her son and stayed up with him all night. Seeing that his fever had subsided, she couldn’t help but scold him. Her high-pitched voice could be clearly heard even in the stable.

Black Wind blinked its big black eyes, continually glancing at Su Zixuan’s room, and let out a few low neighs, expressing its rare apology.

After this incident, Su Zixuan finally gained the recognition of the young colt, and from then on, a deep friendship was formed between the man and the horse.

As Su Zixuan wished, the next spring when the flowers bloomed, he rode on the long-anticipated young colt and galloped freely through the fields, feeling utterly joyful.

As the Chinese New Year approached, the schools in the county took a break, and Su Hu and his wife went to the county town to pick up their daughter. The reunited family happily purchased new year goods, preparing for the holiday celebration.

Both of Su Hu’s parents had passed away, so he was raised by his grandfather. After Doudou was born, the old man passed away, and the family lost its elder generation.

Li Xiu’e’s parents were still alive, and she had an older brother and two older sisters, making her the youngest in the family.

The Li Clan lived in the Willow Tree Village across the river. They had five acres of thin land where they grew vegetables for a living, and they weren’t very wealthy.

Old Man Li was skilled at making stools, having been a carpenter’s apprentice for a few years when he was young. During slack farming periods, he would make small items and sell them in the town.

In previous years when Su Hu was injured and couldn’t hunt, life was hard, so Old Man Li and his wife often asked their eldest son to bring some rice and flour over to help them get by.

Being a kind-hearted man, Su Hu remembered the kindness of his in-laws. Now that his own family was doing well, he was happy to reciprocate their generosity, purchasing lavish New Year’s goods and showing filial piety to the old couple.

The day before New Year’s Eve, Su Hu took his three children and New Year’s goods and crossed the river by boat to visit their grandfather and deliver the goods.

All three children were wrapped up tightly, wearing cloaks, hats, and scarves.

Especially Su Qingluo, being small in stature and heavily bundled, she resembled a little zongzi (rice dumpling).

Su Hu carried a large basket on his back, while Sister Qiao and Doudou each carried a back basket filled with New Year’s goods.

Ever since Su Qingluo got the Storage Ring, she had no use for the small basket.

To avoid arousing suspicion, she also carried a small back basket filled with dried mushrooms to offer to the elderly, so they could enjoy mushroom soup.

The father and his three children crossed the river by boat, stepped onto the still unmelted snow, followed a small mountainous path, and carefully moved forward.

“Thud.”

Doudou slipped, fell, and landed face-first in the snow.

“Giggle.”

Sister Qiao couldn’t help but laugh at his clumsy efforts as he struggled to get up from the ground and brush off the snow.

Feeling playful, Doudou waited for Sister Qiao to be off guard, scooped up a handful of snow, and threw a snowball at the back of her head.

His aim was good, hitting the target.

Instantly angered, Sister Qiao also scooped up snow and returned fire with snowballs of her own.

The siblings chased each other back and forth, neither willing to admit defeat, playfully running forward.

Su Hu watched the children play, grinning from ear to ear while holding Su Qingluo’s tiny hand to prevent her from slipping.

“Dad, come quickly!”

Suddenly, Sister Qiao and Doudou’s anxious shouts came from up ahead. Su Hu tensed up and quickly walked towards them, pulling Su Qingluo along.

“Dad, look, is he dead?”

Upon approaching, the brother and sister pointed at a young boy with a dirty, muddy face and tattered clothes lying on the side of the road. They were so scared their faces turned pale, not daring to get closer.

“Dad, let me check.”

Su Qingluo released Su Hu’s hand and walked towards the boy with her short little legs. She put her delicate finger to the tip of his nose, checking for any breath.

He had faint breathing, so he wasn’t dead.

She sighed in relief and reached into her Storage Ring hanging from her neck. Taking out a white jade bottle containing a medicinal pill, she prepared to help the boy..

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