Xiaomi snapped back to reality and grinned: "It's nothing, I just spaced out a bit. Bro, do you think the people in the village are all cursing us now?"
The village she mentioned wasn't Xiangmu Village but Fu'an Village.
Wei Ziang shook his head: "Let them curse if they want. We're not their private property. Where we choose to live is our own business."
He likely said this to ease Xiaomi's worry, and he patted her hair afterward.
"Xiaomi, don't think about it anymore. Since we're resettled in Xiangmu Village, let's settle in here peacefully. After all, spring planting is about to begin."
Xiaomi nodded cheerfully: "I understand, we'll live our own lives, no matter what others think."
She glanced at her parents. The steamed buns were ready, Jiang Hu was tidying up the table, and Second Mother was placing the steamed buns in a large bamboo sieve.
Their expressions didn't change, suggesting they weren't bothered by what the two kids had said.
