Ye Jiu arrived at the main courtyard just in time for the people from the first and second branches to deliver their New Year gifts.
Old man Ye asked them to stay for lunch. Although Mrs. He didn’t want to see her son at all, she admitted that her grandchildren were quite good. Thus, even though she was impatient, she still suppressed the urge to send them away.
It wasn’t until Ye Jiu walked in that a smile finally bloomed on Mrs. He’s face.
"Xiaojiu is here; come here quickly, come to mother," Mrs. He called out to Ye Jiu while seated on the kang.
Ever since Ye Jiu’s origin had been revealed, Mrs. He had continuously felt deep insecurity. She wished she could keep Ye Jiu by her side at all times, just to avoid someone taking him away.
Unfortunately, she knew about his origins but still couldn’t let Ye Jiu know, because she was afraid, afraid her daughter would feel uncomfortable and grow distant from her.
Ye Jiu was unaware of Mrs. He’s true feelings. She just felt that her mother had become particularly clingy recently.
Ye Jiu took the item from the Attendant, then gestured to her, "You can go back first, no need to wait for me."
She was going to stay here for quite a while, and it was also very cold outside. She felt bad for making someone wait outside.
Moreover, although the family had started using servants, it was just a typical peasant household; there was no need to be too strict with formalities.
The Attendant understood Ye Jiu’s kindness. Initially, she was very cautious, but later, seeing that the girl always meant it when she said these words, and considering the safety of a peasant household, she relaxed.
Furthermore, the young lady didn’t like being followed step by step in her life, so unless necessary, she and the Serving Maid usually didn’t stick close to Ye Jiu.
After the Attendant left, Ye Jiu, holding the tiger skin, came to Mrs. He’s side, "Mother, look at this great thing I just got. It’s really warm; it’ll be perfect for you and father."
"Oh, is this tiger skin?" followed by Mrs. Zhao’s chirping voice.
Mrs. He looked at her disdainfully before affectionately telling Ye Jiu, "Your father and I already have plenty of nice things here. You are still young. Keep things for yourself; don’t bring everything here."
"Don’t worry, mother, I have more. You know me, I’m not one to mistreat myself!" Ye Jiu responded with a smile.
She had an unending supply of goods here; her space was almost filled to the brim with various types of fur.
Here, the precious furs were invaluable. In Charles’s place, it was like trash, utterly not precious, especially since his tribe had mostly started wearing clothes, thanks to the fabric and clothes she provided.
Fortunate that the Ancient Plane had a rich variety of species with rapid reproduction; otherwise, Ye Jiu would have worried for them. Given their current rate of hunting, might they drive the animals to extinction?
The first and second branches planned to start building new houses after the New Year. Ye Gaoshi and Ye Gaoshui were discussing this with old man Ye. Their current houses, although livable, were too dilapidated. Knowing that they had money, of course, old man Ye hoped his sons could lead better lives.
So, he naturally supported their decision to build houses.
As for Mrs. He, as long as she didn’t have to contribute money, she was indifferent about whatever they did; she was not reliant on her oldest and second sons for her retirement.
While they were talking, someone suddenly came in to report, "Old Master, Old Mistress, the third master’s family has come..."
Mrs. He’s reaction was noticeably greater. It was evident that she still deeply cared for her son Ye Gaoyun, who had married into another family.
This was a treatment not even the first and second branches received at Mrs. He’s.
Old man Ye was also overjoyed, "The third son is back; let them in quickly!"