A lot of people came, and Xiaorou's house was packed in an instant.
The gifts behind him could not be brought into the house and had to be placed in the corridor.
Today's houses are different from those in later generations. In later generations, there were generally two households per elevator, four households per two elevators, or at most six households.
In houses of this era, like school classrooms, everyone uses a public kitchen.
There are more than a dozen families living on one floor, and the long corridor is crowded with people.
Lu Chuan and Lu Yong carried a sewing machine with a big red flower tied on it and walked up the stairs.
Lu Zhiye carried a bicycle up.
Behind him were several men and women holding baskets with big red flowers tied to them. The contents were covered with cloth, so it was impossible to tell what was inside.
When everyone saw the sewing machine and the bicycle, they couldn't help but gasp.
“This, this…”
Some aunts were so shocked that they were speechless.
Some people also said sourly: "They are all second-hand goods, how can they be worth so much?"
Her voice was very low and not noticeable in the noisy environment.
The old lady with the gap-tooth looked at the bicycle from a distance and said with a click of the tongue several times: "Didn't they say that this person surnamed Lu is from the village?
The gift-giving attitude is even more generous than ours!"
An aunt from Dahe Village stood beside her. When she heard this, she immediately said cheerfully, "You don't know this, do you? Our Liyuan is well developed now.
Every household has to share money every year, and Yuanshan is a driver at the food factory, and I heard he is also the leader of the fleet.
Compared to you city folks, they are not much worse."
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