Part 206 Enemies meet on a narrow road

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After some reflection, Si Nian decided that the next time she went into the city, she would buy a gift for the old man. Conveniently, the 3,000 yuan the police returned last time hadn't been deposited yet, so she decided to save that money for the New Year. Having money in hand gave her a sense of confidence. She had considered many potential problems, but never the lack of money.

With a sigh, Si Nian packed up early the next morning, ready to set off. Thankfully, Yao Yao had plenty of clothes, and layering a few extra pieces would keep her warm enough. The little girl's hair had grown long, so Si Nian trimmed her bangs. Hair washed with luxurious shampoo was completely different from the previously frizzy and dry mess—it now looked soft, smooth, and framed her small face, making her look incredibly adorable.

Si Nian had learned her lesson from bad experiences at hair salons, so she preferred to cut Yao Yao's hair herself rather than taking her anywhere else. Whenever her bangs got too long, she would just trim them at home. Over time, she had gained some experience. The little bun's hairstyle was so cute that anyone in the village who saw her couldn't help but give a compliment.

With the cold weather, Yao Yao's cheeks were rosy, giving her face a healthy glow that made her look even more charming. Holding her soft, warm body, Si Nian felt more and more fond of her daughter.

"Mama~ Bro-bro!"

Si Nian placed a little knitted hat on the girl's head as her soft little fingers pointed towards the two brothers coming down the stairs behind her. After the second child's persistent efforts, the little one had finally learned to say "brother." However, because the second child had a bit of a lisp, the little one didn't quite pronounce it right either.

Si Nian looked over at the two boys, both wearing their new clothes, with their faces scrubbed clean. Although their skin was a bit dark, they looked sharp and full of energy! The last time they went into the city, they had been embarrassed and mocked. This time, the two little guys had put on their new outfits early, determined not to let their mother be looked down upon again.

"Mom, let me carry my sister," the second child said eagerly, running over with a bright smile.

Though they had been ridiculed on their previous trip to the city, the second child was still excited about this visit. After all, his parents had protected them and put the bullies in their place, and they even bought them new clothes, toys, and a ride on the carousel. This time, he had washed his hair and taken a bath, and with his new clothes, he was sure those people wouldn't mock him for being dirty anymore.

He was happy just thinking about it.

Seeing how small he was yet eager to carry his sister, Si Nian chuckled, "You can carry her later. Let's hurry to the town to catch the bus, or we'll be late."

Though they had gotten up early, Happiness Village was remote, and it would take at least one or two hours to walk to the town. There weren't many buses going into the city, with only one trip in the morning and one in the evening. Once it filled up, it would leave.

By the time they reached the city, it was probably around eleven or twelve o'clock. Luckily, Zhou Yue Shen had said he would pick them up in the afternoon; otherwise, Si Nian would have been cutting it close today.

Before leaving, she poured enough food for Da Huang to last the day and threw some vegetable leaves to the rabbits. Then the family locked the door and left, with Da Huang watching them sorrowfully. His round eyes were full of sadness, and his brows furrowed in confusion. He still couldn't understand why, even though he was also one of the "kids," their mother wouldn't take him along.

Last time, they had gone with Zhou Yue Shen, who helped watch the children, making things easier. This time, with three kids in tow, Si Nian was a bit worried. But in the end, she realized the person she should have been concerned about was herself.

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