Early the next morning, Tang Huai and Jing Xuan were ready to set off back to Dacheng Street.
Peng Jiayao and Tang Peijun realized that they were getting old, and Zhang Jundian was living in the city.
If they were to separate again, who knows when they would meet next.
Peng Jiayao was already an elderly woman with health problems, knowing she could pass away anytime.
She decided to follow Tang Huai to live in the city, where she could frequently see her grandson; even dying away from home wouldn't matter.
They had discussed it last night, and Tang Huai didn't object to their moving to the city.
The city was bustling nowadays, and they might find life there even more enjoyable.
Peng Jiayao was so excited that she didn't sleep all night, busy packing her luggage.
The chickens and ducks raised at home, as many as could be taken, were packed. Those that couldn't would be handed over to Tang Youxin.
