Finally, it was the tenth day of the new year.

Ning Xiang got up early in the morning, pasted cakes for her husband, the steamed buns were steamed, and they were dried for a day yesterday, and they had already been dried, Ning Xiang put those steamed buns in a cloth bag and packed them, as soon as she remembered that Liang Bozhao could only eat this kind of dry food on the road, she couldn't stop feeling distressed, and all the eggs saved at home were cooked, and they were secretly stuffed in the cloth bag and asked him to take them together.

Liang Bozhao entered the stove room, and saw Ning Xiang cleaning up there, while quietly wiping away tears, only let him see that his heart was not a taste, stepped forward to grab the little daughter-in-law's body, and wiped away her tears; "It's not that you won't come back, why are you crying?"

Ning Xiang suppressed her tears, Liang Bozhao was going out to do hard labor, but she couldn't take anything delicious for her husband to take, as long as she thought about it, Ning Xiang felt sad.

"Xianggong, here are some steamed buns and some pickles that I have steamed, you can take them and eat them on the road." Ning Xiang's eyes were red, and she handed over the cloth bag in her hand.

Liang Bozhao took it with one hand, looked at the delicate little face of the perfume, and the reluctance in his heart was also dense, entangled him tightly.

"After I leave, you can pack up a few clothes and go back to your mother-in-law." Liang Bozhao whispered, seeing Ning Xiang nodding, the man tightened her slender waist, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and said softly; "Don't be afraid, I'll be back as soon as possible."

Ning Xiang hummed softly, but she didn't dare to speak, for fear that as soon as she opened her mouth, she would cry.

The young couple walked out of the house, and when they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw that many housewives were dragging their children and daughters to send their men, and some mothers were babbling and telling their sons, and there were a few cries from the crowd from time to time, which seemed to be these men not going to do hard labor, but to go to the battlefield.

The Dong family's family naturally came, and Dong's mother saw her daughter and son-in-law with red eyes, so she said to Liang Bozhao; "Uncle, your father-in-law is old, and I have to rely on you to take care of him all the way."

Liang Bozhao bowed, his voice calm and powerful; "There is a son-in-law, mother-in-law, please be relieved."

Dong's mother knew that Liang Bozhao was reliable, and she was more down-to-earth at the moment, and saw that her daughter's eyes were full of tears, and when she looked at Liang Bozhao, her reluctance and attachment made it clear. Let her look at her mother, and her heart is also sour.

Hindering everyone from being there, Liang Bozhao couldn't say anything to Ning Xiang, looking at the tears in his little daughter-in-law's eyes, he only made him very sorry and said something to Ning Xiang; "It's windy at the entrance of the village, let's go back."

Ning Xiang looked at her, then at her father, tears finally fell, and she choked up; "Daddy and Xianggong should take care of themselves, and when they arrive in Yizhou, don't forget to let people carry the letter."

Before leaving, Liang Bozhao took the salute from Dong's father's hand, and his black pupils crossed Ning Xiang's face, and finally turned around and left Luokou Village with Dong's father.

After Liang Bozhao left, Ning Xiang only felt that she had been hollowed out, and she didn't know how she could be so unproductive, Liang Bozhao was right, and it wasn't that she didn't come back, but she was just reluctant, looking at her husband's back, she couldn't stop the tears, and they kept falling.

Dong's mother comforted her for a while, until she couldn't see the men anymore, and then persuaded her daughter to go back.

Ning Xiang went home and got a few clothes, only went back to her mother's house with her mother, and helped her sister-in-law do some housework every day, took care of the children, and accompanied her mother to do some needlework.

A month later, spring came.