After Grandma Zhou's matters were settled, there was nothing in the Northeast that the couple was attached to. Before leaving, they decided to return to the village to accompany their parents and take care of their backyard.
In the small courtyard in town, in the master bedroom, Zhang Guoqing put down his sleeping son and pulled Zhou Jiao out of the room. He whispered, "We should start packing up everything now."
Zhou Jiao nodded, following him from behind, starting from the study room, "You first consider how long the food supply should last. I'll pack up everything in the study except for the furniture."
"It should be enough for them until the end of the year. Too much isn't safe, and they might not consume it all. Apart from the belongings in their room, we'll leave a couple more quilts and the phonograph for them. I'll take the bicycle with me. Whatever's left, you decide."
