The carriage traveled along the official road, jolting every now and then.
A man, a woman, and Feng Bei. The three of them sat on a pile of straw in the carriage, having come from the south and heading all the way north.
The driver shouted and cracked his whip, the sound sharp and loud.
"Feng Bei, we're almost there."
Amidst the jolting, the woman with a gentle expression softly patted "Zheng Xiu's" small face.
Zheng Xiu was in a daze.
"He" not only didn't shy away but also leaned into the touch.
The man beside them, with a bold and hearty voice, laughed loudly. "I heard from the people in town that there's a village up ahead called Baili Village. They say the villagers are warm and hospitable, hardworking, and their customs are simple and honest. The three of us in the Feng Family can definitely find a place to settle down in that remote village."
"Mother, Feng Bei is scared."
A childish voice came from "Zheng Xiu's" mouth.
'Is this... Feng Bei's memory?'
