Run Sheng was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, carrying a bag, stepping onto the yard, with Yin Meng beside him.
Aunt Liu appraised Run Sheng, gently pressing her tongue against her palate.
Just then, Uncle Qin came back carrying a hoe, and as he passed by Run Sheng, Run Sheng bowed his head to him, "Uncle."
Uncle Qin tapped Run Sheng's arm with his fist, nodding at him.
When he put down the hoe, Aunt Liu softly asked him, "How did this come about?"
Uncle Qin: "Everyone has their own fate and opportunities, that's walking along the river, which is why throughout history, so many people have flocked to that river Jiang Shui."
Liu Yumei sipped her tea, also watching Run Sheng out of the corner of her eye, very satisfied.
The stronger the people around Little Yuanhou, naturally, the smoother the journey along the river.
Moreover, the things given by the last wave were really abundant, it seems everyone has undergone some new changes.
"Marquis Runsheng!"
