Traveling through the famine, I stockpiled supplies like crazy

Chapter 489 Writing a Letter

Not far from home, I saw two small figures at the door from afar. It turned out to be Mu'er and Ze'er, who were squatting at the gate of the yard, waiting for Xu Han and Lu Chuan to come home.

As soon as the couple approached, the two children rushed over.

"Dad, Mom, what delicious fruits did you pick?"

Xu Han directly pulled Ze'er off her body, clapped her hands with a look of disgust and said, "Mom's clothes are all wet, stay away from me, it's so sticky and uncomfortable."

Ze'er, who was pulled down, was not annoyed, and continued to tiptoe to look into the backpack. His little hands would occasionally reach out, wanting to take out the things in the backpack to have a look.

Xu Han was so annoyed by him that she simply put down the backpack as soon as she entered the yard and let him find it himself.

I shouted towards the kitchen, "Chunchan, help me get a small wooden basin. I picked some wild fruits. You can go to the backyard and wash them and give them to the others to eat."

After receiving the order, Chunchan quickly ran out of the kitchen. The four little ones also jumped and followed Chunchan to the backyard to wash wild fruits.

Xu Han asked someone to bring hot water and went to take a shower first. However, it was too hot and she felt sticky all over. Her clothes were stuck to her body and she couldn't move at all without changing into clean clothes.

In the evening, after dinner, the servants returned to the valley to spend the night, and the house returned to its former tranquility.

During this period of time, the house was noisy and bustling with people coming and going. Xu Han was a little uncomfortable with the sudden silence.

"Today is their first night living there, and I don't know how they are doing over there and whether they are adapting well.

Why do I feel like I'm not used to it? It was too noisy when they were here, but now that they've moved out it feels a bit lonely."

The Taoist priest teased, "You are used to their noise here. It's inevitable that you will feel uncomfortable if they move away all of a sudden. It will be fine in a few days."

Grandpa Zhao was lying on a rocking chair, fanning himself with a round fan and saying, "I think it's been a bit abnormally hot these past two days. The weather is hot and stuffy. I guess it's going to rain again."

Lu Chuan also looked up at the sky, and saw that it was full of stars, without a single cloud, so he said, "That shouldn't be the case. There are still a lot of stars in the sky, and tomorrow should still be a sunny day."

Xu Han picked up a glass of water and drank it while saying, "That's not certain. The weather in the mountains is very changeable. It might rain soon."

"It has to be rainy. The crops in the field are about to be harvested. It will be troublesome if it rains heavily at this time."

"That's not certain. Who can be sure about the weather?"

Xu Han thought for a moment and asked again, "Are the corn and beans in the field ready to be harvested? Should we harvest them early? If a heavy rain comes, it will be troublesome."

The Taoist priest said, "It's okay. We can still hold on for two days. Even if it rains in the next two days, it's okay. The corn and beans are not ripe yet! Don't worry."

Xu Han was relieved after hearing this. "Well, that's fine. We'll be harvesting soon. We must not let them overripe due to the rain."

"Don't worry, don't worry about the things in the field."

As they chatted, they somehow talked about Yunhua again. The Taoist priest said first, "I don't know when Yunhua will come back. I haven't seen him for a long time. I don't know how he is doing now.

Now there are so many people in the family and so many things have happened, and they don't know. Do you think we should write to them and tell them?"

Xu Han immediately perked up when she heard this. "Why don't we write a letter to tell them both?

They haven't been home for a long time, so I'll ask them if they'll be back for the New Year this year. If they do, I'll prepare some New Year's goods for them."

Lu Chuan smiled and said, "It's still four or five months before the Chinese New Year. Isn't it a bit too early to start preparing for the New Year now?"

"Not too early, not too early. Some things need to be done early. Otherwise, it will be too late."

After listening to everyone's words, Grandpa Zhao said to Mu'er, "Mu'er, go to the room and get some paper and pen. Let's write a letter to your Uncle Yunhua and Aunt Yun."

"Okay, I miss Uncle Yunhua and Aunt Yun too. I will write to them later."

Xu Han urged, "Okay, okay, go quickly."

After Mu'er took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, everyone found a place and started writing letters to the two of them.

This was the first time that everyone wrote to each other separately. In the past, messages were delivered by carrier pigeons, and they only talked about important matters and rarely talked about trivial matters at home.

But judging from the situation today, everyone seems to be planning to talk at length.

At this moment, even Ze'er was writing something in his own poor handwriting.

Xu Han looked from afar and saw a lot of words written on Ze'er's letter paper. Each word looked different, with its own characteristics, sizes and shapes. He didn't know whether his lovely uncle and dear aunt Yun could understand it.

Ze'er doesn't care whether they can understand it or not. He is now writing diligently and having great enthusiasm!

In comparison, Mu'er was much better. She wrote something in neat and proper handwriting. Mu'er's little face showed a smile and a frown, and she must be sharing something.

Xu Han put away her thoughts and stopped looking at them. She began to think seriously about what she wanted to say to Yunhua and Yunyun in the letter.

In this way, she wrote more and more, and before she knew it, she had filled several sheets of paper. In the letters, she told them all the big and small things at home.

Xu Han talked about everything, no matter how big or small, including who had joined the family, what had happened, every detail of Mu'er and Ze'er's life, and the current situation of the Taoist priest and Grandpa Zhao.

By the way, I also asked about their recent life situation, and most importantly, when they could come back.

The others were similar. Each of them wrote on several pages. Xu Han wrote the most. No matter whether it was a letter to Yunhua or a letter to Zhao Yunyun, each letter was several pages long.

In the end, he had to stop because his wrist hurt. If not for this reason, Xu Han would probably have continued writing for a while.

Lu Chuan packed up all the letters that everyone had written and said, "I will go down the mountain tomorrow morning and send these letters to them through the post station."

Xu Han instructed, "Okay, when you go to the post station tomorrow, don't forget to check if Uncle Zhang and the others have sent any letters back.

By the way, write them a letter and send it over to let them know that they are safe.”

"Yes, I remember. I have already written it. I can just send it together tomorrow."