"Dashi's wife," Gu Shulin happened to be walking toward her. "Are you getting ready to head to the fields?"
Li Cuicui nodded. Currently in no mood to make small talk, she turned sideways to pass him.
Seeing her expression, Gu Shulin had already guessed a few things. The last time Gu Yuanjin and his brothers asked him to help write a letter, he knew there were some conflicts in this family.
"Cuicui, Old Seventh and the others should be about ready to come back, right?"
Li Cuicui paused. "They said they'll wait until after the start of spring. At the very least, they'll wait until the snow on the roads melts before leaving."
She actually hoped Old Seventh and the others would come back later. The family was dealing with a heap of petty, messy drama, and there would be plenty to argue about when he returned.
"Old Seventh has really made a name for himself. I reckon the future prosperity of our clan will all depend on him," Gu Shulin sighed with emotion.
