After arriving in Linyi County, Daohua finally settled down with her parents.

Although my life is not as free as in Yanjiacun, it is still warm.

Perhaps out of guilt for not raising his eldest daughter by his side since childhood, both Mrs. Li and Yan Zhigao were very kind to Daohua.

On the tenth day after Daohua and the others arrived, Yan Zhiyuan and Yan Zhiqiang came back.

Main courtyard, left wing.

"Your second uncle and third uncle waited for you for a long time and were worried that something would happen to you on the road, so they offered to pick you up. Unfortunately, you didn't meet them."

Mrs. Li smiled and talked to Daohua about the reason for the absence of the two brothers Yan Zhiyuan, and inserted an exquisite beaded flower into Daohua's head. After inserting it, she pulled her up and looked at her for a while with a satisfied look on her face.
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In this regard, Daohua was very helpless.

It seems that every mother likes to dress up her daughter.

These days, almost every day, Mrs. Li will personally ask about her dressing.

Seeing that her daughter was well dressed, Mrs. Li smiled like a mother: "Let's go, follow your mother to the old lady's yard to meet your second uncle and third uncle."

As soon as the mother and daughter arrived at Songheyuan, they heard someone crying.

"Mom, your son is unfilial and has made you suffer."

In the hall, Yan Zhiyuan was kneeling on the ground, holding Mrs. Yan's legs and crying loudly.

The honest and kind-hearted Yan Zhiqiang stood aside and looked at his mother with red eyes.

When Daohua came in and saw this scene, she immediately had the urge to stretch out her hands and figure it out.

Her honest third uncle, you have come forward to show your filial piety!

Look at my second uncle, crying until his nose and tears are mixed together. This is how filial he is and how he misses his mother!

And what does he mean by standing aside and watching?

For those who don’t know, I thought he didn’t care about his mother.

"Mom, after my son left Linyi County, he kept walking along the official road towards Fucheng. He searched everywhere on the way and didn't miss any inns or temples. But he still couldn't pick up my mother. It's because of his incompetence!"

Yan Zhiyuan cried and sobbed and told all the things he had done along the way. He was tired and anxious, and he spoke more carefully.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, during this period, he only mentioned himself and did not mention Yan Zhiqiang at all.

Mrs. Yan was deeply moved after hearing this, and personally wiped the tears and snot from Yan Zhiyuan's face.

Daohua looked at it with admiration.

What a loving mother and filial son!

If it weren't for her dear third uncle standing stupidly next to her, she might have been moved by the deep love between mother and son.

It's time to show off your real acting skills!

Daohua let go of Mrs. Li and pinched her thigh hard. In an instant, water mist filled her eyes. Then she ran quickly to Yan Zhiqiang and cried out affectionately: "Uncle, Third Uncle, Daohua"

I miss you so much."

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Yan and Yan Zhiyuan, who were still loving mothers and filial piety, both paused and looked up at Yan Zhiqiang, who had been ignored by them.

The other people in the room were also startled and looked over.

Here, Dao Hua is wrapped around Yan Zhiqiang's arm, with tears in her eyes: "Uncle San, why have you lost so much weight? We have only been separated for two months. Didn't you eat well and sleep well?"

Hearing this, some people in the room looked a little weird.

Seeing Daohua looking at him with a distressed expression, Yan Zhiqiang was very happy. He felt that his niece's pain was not in vain. He stretched out his hand to rub her head and said with a smile: "Uncle San is fine. He will make up for it in two days."<

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Daohua was stunned and squeezed a few drops of golden beans: "I know, third uncle is going to pick up grandma and me, and third brother is so tired. In the evening, Daohua will make pimple soup for you.

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Yan Zhiqiang's dark cheeks instantly smiled: "The relationship is good, so you should do more. Third uncle has a big appetite and can eat a lot."

"And me, and me!"

Yan Wenhui, who is only 6 years old this year and looks like a tiger, rushed over and looked up at his eldest sister: "Sister, Wenhui also wants to eat pimple soup."

Daohua smiled and nodded the little guy's head: "Don't worry, our lovely Wen Hui is indispensable."

"That can't be done without me, I also love to eat the pimple soup made by my sister." Yan Wentao also walked over with a smile.

"What pimple soup?"

Yan Wenkai came over curiously.

Yan Wentao immediately introduced him with a proud look on his face: "Let me tell you, the pimple soup made from rice flowers is delicious. It's extremely delicious. My third uncle said it's so delicious that you can even swallow it with your tongue."
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Yan Wenkai looked suspicious: "Really or not?"

"Really, really." Yan Wenhui raised his hand to testify.

Yan Wenkai made a quick decision: "Then I want to eat it too."

Yan Wenhui: "And my mother, my mother also wants to eat."

Yan Wentao: "There is also my grandmother. My grandmother has bad teeth and has to eat pimple soup."

Yan Wenkai immediately answered: "There is also my eldest brother, who is busy reading every day and has to replenish his brain."

Hearing this, Yan Wen repaired a black line on his forehead.

Where on earth did his silly brother hear that pimple soup can nourish the brain?

Others in the room:......

Isn’t it a touching scene of the reunion of mother and son?

Why did the style of painting suddenly change?

Yan Zhiyuan stood next to Mrs. Yan and carefully looked at the niece whom he had never met before.

Very good, just a few words diverted everyone's attention away from him, and also pointed out the filial piety of the third child. This niece is actually a smart person.

Mrs. Yan smiled and looked at her grandchildren playing around, then waved to San'er.

Yan Zhiqiang walked over immediately: "Mother!"

Mrs. Yan looked at San'er whose cheeks were shaved off, took his hand and patted him: "Thank you for your hard work."

Yan Zhiqiang grinned: "It's not hard, it's just that I didn't pick up my mother, which made her tired."

Old Mrs. Yan: "My mother was not affected. Wen Tao carried her all the way here."

Afterwards, seeing that the mother and son had almost finished talking, Mrs. Li took Daohua and came to Yan Zhiyuan: "Daohua, come on, I have met your second uncle."

Daohua sighed in her heart.

Okay, I have to kneel again.

In this ancient time, she could tolerate other things, but she couldn't bear to kneel down at every turn.

It's a pity that form is stronger than people, so she has to bow her head.

"Daohua sends my regards to my second uncle, who has worked hard all the way."

Yan Zhiyuan lifted up Daohua with a smile on his face and looked her up and down: "This is Daohua. She looks really iconic. She looks a lot better than the noble girl from the aristocratic family."

Mrs. Li frowned slightly: "Second uncle has overrated me. How can a little girl like Daohua be compared with a young lady from an aristocratic family? Don't say that again in the future."

A woman's appearance is too good, but it would not be a good thing if she did not have a strong family background.

Although I am a seventh-grade county magistrate, there are far too many officials higher than him.

Sensing Mrs. Li's displeasure, Yan Zhiyuan smiled and said yes again and again.

Yan Zhigao spoke at this time: "Second brother, third brother, why did you come back so late? But what happened on the way?"

Yan Zhiyuan immediately turned around and walked towards Yan Zhigao: "Brother, it's really like this. After we arrived in Fucheng, when we were looking for my mother, we heard a news that the imperial court sent people to come down to provide disaster relief, so we stayed in Fucheng to inquire about it.

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Yan Zhigao nodded: "I already know about this. The county government received the news a few days ago."

Yan Zhiyuan smiled again and said: "Brother, do you know how many officials the imperial court has sent to provide disaster relief?"

Yan Zhigao: "Huh?" He really doesn't know this. He doesn't have many connections in the officialdom, and the information is a bit limited.

Yan Zhiyuan was a little excited: "It's the emperor's younger brother, Prince Rui."
Chapter completed!