"These don’t need to be moved, just leave them."
Rong Yan’s words made Qin Yu’s forehead twitch several times, "...but these are still usable..."
He felt his own power was weak, his voice light, so he sought an ally.
He turned his head to look at his eldest brother on the bed, "Big brother, don’t you think? Can’t these still be used for a few more years?"
Little did he know that his big brother now listened entirely to his wife.
"If your sister-in-law says we don’t need them, then we don’t need them."
Qin Yu was shocked, ...
Big brother, you have to have principles.
And have you forgotten the hard times from before?
You shouldn’t get carried away just because you’ve had food and drink these past few days.
"Let’s listen to sister-in-law," Qin Mei also took sides.
Suddenly, Qin Yu felt like he was the only one left out.
"...Fine."
Everyone’s becoming so impractical, how are we going to manage? He felt a bit dreary—what’s that saying about loneliness and difficulty? He remembered the term he heard last time from that male intellectual youth.
If possible, he would move all the stuff by himself, nothing would be left behind.
There wasn’t anything particularly heavy, so Rong Yan directed Qin Yu to tidy up all his big brother’s belongings.
Starts to move things languidly... this one isn’t needed, that one isn’t being moved.
Oh, his heart ached...
Rong Yan really enjoyed seeing that polarized expression on the young man’s face.
Her own belongings were even fewer, just a box and a few books, all belongings of the original owner.
She carried them to the new house.
"This bed is quite good."
Qin Ye walked over slowly and paused hearing this comment,
because he didn’t think it was too good.
The bed was a bit larger than the previous bed; how would she manage to turn over to his side when it was cold?
"...It’s not bad, let’s set it up here!"
Rong Yan glanced over and didn’t object, "Okay."
Then she efficiently made the bed, the quilt was newly bought a few days ago.
Not only here but she had bought new ones for the siblings as well, although they all said they would change to the new ones after moving to the new house.
Rong Yan didn’t comment on that.
Quickly, the bed was made.
However, Qin Ye didn’t lie down; he had been recovering for several days... he truly felt his recovery was incredibly fast, he could even feel that his broken leg had already healed.
Not to mention the ribs, he couldn’t feel any pain.
If it weren’t for considering the people working outside, and the current situation... he would even think of going up the mountain to hunt again.
"I feel good today, can I avoid lying down?"
He asked cautiously, making Rong Yan glance at him and then say, "As you wish..."
Qin Ye: ...?
Was that tone angry or not?
He couldn’t quite figure it out.
So, he just stood there, not daring to move.
Seeing his stiff stance, Rong Yan couldn’t help but smile, "Since you think it’s fine, there’s no need to lie down, but... you shouldn’t do any heavy lifting, and you need to be careful walking around, just use a piece of wood as a crutch—support yourself with it."
Qin Ye genuinely refused to use a crutch, but he also deeply understood that he shouldn’t refuse, "...Okay, I’ll listen to you."
Rong Yan: ...
Why does that response seem a bit off?
"I’ll go help them check."


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