The weather was getting colder by the day, and time passed as Zhou Jiao dragged Zhang Guoqing up the mountain in search of resources. With the heavy snow impending, Zhang Guoqing began packing his family's usual luggage.
Seizing a sunny day, the new courtyard was entrusted to Mr. Zhang and his wife, who had already moved back to the old courtyard. They called a carriage and brought Zhou Jiao, their son, and a pile of luggage back to the county town.
As soon as Zhang Guoqing returned to the small courtyard in the county, he felt a sense of relief. Living in the village, his house was always bustling with people, and the main hall was always filled with smoke. Regardless of whether they had a relationship with him, visitors would latch onto him, endlessly talking about gratitude, social interactions, and small talk, which troubled him greatly.
