Xu Ancheng bought a two-section courtyard, completely accommodating the big family. The house has been refurbished and redecorated, with furniture in every room, ready for them to move in with just their bags.

"This is even bigger than our house in Huaixi County," Li Hongying said, inspecting inside and out. "The bathroom must have been redone."

The squat toilet was clearly newly built, and the shower room was adjacent to the toilet but separated by a wall, allowing simultaneous use without interference.

The beds in the rooms were kang beds, which required heating in the cold northern winters. Upon entering, the room was warm and cozy, though slightly dry.

In the new environment, the four children were very curious and began to explore. Baozi, the oldest, took the lead. Ding Anmin took charge of watching over the four kids, following behind. She looked around here and there, hardly like someone who had given birth to children.

After staying at the Xu Family for two days, Ding Weihuo’s family moved out. However, Xu Ancheng’s family of three continued to live in Baiqian Village. Xu Zongyin had previously seen photos of his eldest grandson, and now that he saw him in person, he couldn’t bear to let him stay outside.

The eldest grandson called him "grandpa" sweetly and cleverly pieced together the toys given to him. Xu Zongyin, delighted, took him visiting neighbors every day, so within a few days, everyone in Baiqian Village knew that Minister Xu’s exceptionally clever and intelligent grandson had arrived.

Yi Roujing was somewhat surprised by her son’s obedience and sensibility.

"Baozi, did you have fun going out with Grandpa?" Yi Roujing asked while helping Baozi undress for bed, not forgetting to inquire.

"Mom, from now on, only at home can you call me by my nickname." Baozi didn’t answer the question but instead made a request.

Xu Ancheng raised his eyebrows and gave his son a look.

"When there are no outsiders, you can also call me that," Baozi added after thinking for a moment.

"Alright," Yi Roujing respected her child’s wishes. Though he spoke late, he always expressed himself clearly.

"Grandpa’s friends have lots of interesting toys; I do like them," Baozi said in his soft voice.

Despite his mature tone, his voice still carried a babyish quality. Yi Roujing picked him up and showered him with kisses, "Then spend more time with Grandpa, okay?"

"Okay." Baozi nodded; there were quite a few fascinating books in Grandpa’s study.

Xu Zongyin doted on his eldest grandson; since the family came to Jing City, Baozi had been sleeping in Xu Zongyin’s room, and tonight was no exception.

Once Baozi was carried away by Xu Zongyin, Yi Roujing lay in Xu Ancheng’s arms, "Cheng, do you think our Baozi is a genius?"

Previously, Yi Roujing thought that children who could recognize a thousand characters and compose poems by the age of three only existed in books. But now, looking at her son, she didn’t feel much pride, but more worry.

"Do you think Baozi isn’t experiencing the joy of children his age?" Yi Roujing asked, frowning.

"Whatever he should experience, he probably already has. Don’t worry," Xu Ancheng wasn’t worried; he was like that as a child too. "He takes after me, being so precocious."

Yi Roujing was amused, "So you think I’m praising you, right?"

"Hmm..." Yi Roujing reached out to give him a playful hit, but her hand was caught, then her lips were sealed with a kiss.

"It’s warm in the house," Xu Ancheng remarked, making Yi Roujing both amused and annoyed, recalling that he had resisted her advances in Huaixi County due to the cold, and he still remembered.

Yi Roujing playfully reminded him.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, before reporting for work, Yi Roujing and Xu Ancheng took Baozi for a day out as a family of three. They hiked up a mountain, strolled the streets, had a meal out, and went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books, letting Baozi choose what he liked.

Yi Roujing, standing in front of the bookshelves flipping through books she found interesting, suddenly felt a tug on her hem and looked down to see Baozi looking intently at her.

"Finished choosing your books?" Yi Roujing squatted to pick up Baozi, but he declined and pulled her along to the back, to the last row of shelves against the wall, where there was a small gap. Baozi pointed to the gap and said, "There’s something in there."

"Is it a book?" Yi Roujing squatted down, curious, and reached in. Her son cherished books; their condition was like new, even after he’d read them, so seeing his seriousness, she thought perhaps he found a book stuck in the gap and was concerned.

Yi Roujing pulled out a bundle, wrapped in cloth, unsure if it was a book. She opened it partway, finding something tightly sealed in oil paper.

Yi Roujing frowned slightly, seeing it was book-shaped, but given they were in Xinhua Bookstore, she thought it best not to open it further.

"Aren’t you going to open it?" Baozi asked.

"We’ll hand it to the store staff," Yi Roujing replied. "Baozi, would you like to hand it over since you found it?"

"What’s going on?" Xu Ancheng, noticing the mother and son hadn’t returned from the back, went to see and, upon understanding the situation, took the oil-wrapped bundle. Together, they found a bookstore employee, who called over Director Tang, a man in his forties. Upon seeing the oil paper wrap, he was flustered, quickly taking it, then cautiously opening it.

Seeing the ancient manuscript inside, he was immediately moved to tears. "I thought it was lost, but Master had hidden it."

Director Tang’s master had been the previous director at Xinhua Bookstore, sent to the countryside for collecting ancient manuscripts, and later died in the village. Director Tang, who hadn’t seen his master in his last moments, harbored regret over the years. Now, seeing his master’s cherished manuscript, he was momentarily overwhelmed, comforted subtly by this find.

Learning that Baozi found the book, Director Tang kindly gifted him the book he wanted. Since they were gifts, the books were mostly secondhand, but Baozi liked them a lot.

Besides, Director Tang gave Baozi snacks, milk powder, and candies, stuffing them into his arms without allowing refusal, so leaving Xinhua Bookstore, the family of three each carried something.

On the way home, Xu Ancheng occasionally glanced at his son, then at Yi Roujing, his brows subtly furrowed with puzzlement.

"What’s wrong?" noticing Xu Ancheng frowning so often, Yi Roujing leaned in to ask.

"Baozi’s actions today kept reminding me of our time in the mountains together," Xu Ancheng said, his expression serious.

Yi Roujing blinked, amused, "Perhaps Baozi just happened to see it."

"Maybe," Xu Ancheng didn’t deny this either.

"Mom, Uncle Xingye." Baozi, a step ahead of the couple, suddenly stopped, pointing into the distance.

Following his direction, Yi Roujing looked into the crowd but didn’t immediately spot anyone. Xu Ancheng thoughtfully surveyed their son, "Baozi, take dad and mom over to Uncle Xingye."