In a remote Zhengjia village in Fuchun Kingdom, the only surname in this village is Zheng.

In the evening, Zheng Quanzhong, a big family in Zhengjia Village, has passed the year of the sixtieth year, a family of seven or eight people is having dinner, Mrs. Zheng eats and eats and doesn't know how to cry silently.

"Mother, what's wrong, what's uncomfortable?" The daughter is mother's intimate little padded jacket, and the youngest daughter Zheng Xiuzhi hurriedly stood up and asked.

Zheng Xiuzhi is tall and tall, her hands are like soft wattles, her skin is like clotted fat, she is lightly swept Emei, she is glamorous and refined, she is pretty and colorful when she acts, and her demeanor is outstanding.

"It's okay, your mother must miss your eldest sister, after so many years, if you can find it, your second brother has already found it, hey." The old man sighed and took a sip of wine.

"You're hard-hearted, you heartless bad old man......" Mrs. Zheng sobbed and rippled.

"Mother, don't be too sad, the eldest sister Jiren has her own natural appearance, maybe she will come knocking on the door in the next two days, don't think about it, take care of your body and bones and cook a table of good dishes for the eldest sister in person. The eldest daughter-in-law, Liu Xiangping, walked over to comfort her mother-in-law.

"Mother, strange to say, yesterday morning I took a nap, I dreamed of a teenager, where to sign up, I forgot, I personally sent him there, it seems to be called a stone, and told others that I am his aunt, oh, I look quite like my nephew. Zheng Xiuzhi said with a happy voice.

"Coax my mother to be happy, all day long, I know how to dance with guns and sticks, I don't look like a girl's family at all, I won't be able to marry if I don't change it well!" Mrs. Zheng counted her daughter.

"It's not that my daughter can't get married, but my mother is reluctant to let me marry. Zheng Xiuzhi smiled secretly.

"Just your poor mouth!" said Mrs. Zheng, and the whole family laughed.

The whole family was chatting while eating, and the old family member Zheng Fu pushed the door in.

The family's eyes turned to Zheng Fu, "Is there anything wrong with Ah Fu?" asked Zheng Quanzhong.

"Master, the second young master has a letter from home, and the messenger is waiting outside the door, waiting for the master's orders. Zheng Fu replied respectfully.

"Dad, let him in, the second brother must have something important, otherwise he wouldn't have sent the letter all the way away. The eldest young master Zheng Zhenhai said.

"Ah Fu, if you call him in, just say what the master said. Old Man Zheng's eyes lit up.

"Yes, sir. Zheng Fu went out immediately.

After a while, Zheng Fu led in a dusty young man.

I saw that the young man took out a bamboo stick from the bag on his back and presented it with both hands, "The villain meets the old man, the villain Zheng Lailu is the servant of the second young master, and he was instructed by the second young master to send a letter home, please take a look at it." ”

"Oh, it's all a family, I'm tired, Ah Fu pour a sip of hot tea for Lu boy, Hai'er, daddy's eyes are dizzy, you read it to daddy. Master Zheng gave the bamboo stick to Zheng Zhenhai.

Zheng Zhenhai opened the bamboo stick, there were not a few words written on it, and the handwriting was resolute and powerful, and it was indeed written by Zheng Zhenshan.

"Father and mother are well, the child has remembered his life over the years, and spared no effort to find the traces of the eldest sister Zheng Xiulian, but also God's mercy, and finally let me get my wish, within a few days, I will personally send my sister back to reunite with the family, I hope that the two elders will not be surprised and take care of their bodies too much. Son Zheng Zhenshan respects. After Zheng Zhenhai finished reading the letter, the corners of his eyes were moist, the two old men were already in tears, and their families were embarrassed.

Except for Baomei and Xing Dabao, who were held in Liu Xiangping's hands, everyone else couldn't cry.

"Auntie should be happy when she is going home, why do you have to cry?" asked twelve-year-old Xing Dabao puzzled.

"It's still Sun Tzu who is right, you should be happy. "Old man Zheng, wipe your tears with the placket of your clothes.

When Master Zheng found out that they were still there, he said, "Ah Fu led the Lu boy to dinner, entertained him in the arranged rooms, and then went to the tent to receive five taels of silver to reward him for me, go down." ”

"Yes, sir. Zheng Fu took Zheng Lailu out of the restaurant and walked towards another house.