Chapter 418: The Morning Sunlight Streamed Through the Gaps in the Curtains

The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains as Elena caught the savory aroma wafting from the kitchen.

Eleanor had risen before dawn to prepare millet porridge, steamed buns, and two side dishes. After Samuel left for school with his backpack, the elderly woman busied herself cleaning the house and even washed their dirty laundry.

Eric had been persuaded by Walter to stay. With the new shop under renovation and short on hands, Eric helped out wherever needed. The work kept him busy until late December. When he finally prepared to leave, Walter pressed two large bags of New Year's provisions into his hands.

On the bus back to the village, Eric gazed at the scenery flashing past the window, his heart in turmoil.

The pig farm had been hit by disease this year, wiping out dozens of hogs in the blink of an eye. Watching his elder brother thrive in the city left Eric restless. His sister-in-law now dressed like a city dweller, even speaking with an urban accent.

"What about freight transport?" he'd suddenly asked Walter two nights ago as they smoked by the shop entrance.

Walter's eyes lit up. "Finally coming to your senses!"

Eric rubbed his hands. "But the startup capital..."

"How much?" Walter cut in. "I'll cover it."

Eric's eyes grew moist. He knew the old man would reach for the broom if he heard of this plan. His father believed pig farming was the only path, determined to keep all three sons tied to the sty.

But Eric couldn't accept that.

At home, the old man eyed the provisions with disdain. "City folks love showing off."

That night, Eric held his wife close and shared his idea. Her eyes sparkled. "Really?"

"I've made up my mind," Eric whispered. "Come spring, I'll get my license and learn the ropes by riding along first."

His wife nestled closer. "I've wanted to move out for ages. Last time I tried buying our daughter a new dress, I had to endure your mother's glares."

The words stung. His own wife couldn't spend money without permission—what kind of life was that?

"Once we're on our own, buy whatever you like," he kissed her forehead. "I've asked around. Transport's hard work but pays better than pigs."

She looked up suddenly. "What if your father objects?"

"That's not his call!" Eric's voice turned firm. "I'm not a child anymore."

Outside, the winter stars shone brilliantly. Gazing at their twinkling light, Eric glimpsed the new life awaiting his family.