They said they knew I couldn't make shoes, so they specially exchanged some for me so I could ask someone to make shoes for me. But you can't just ask someone for help without actually doing it.
"Oh, you actually changed my comforter?"
He sniffed as he spoke.
"Sigh, Sister Yan is really something. I'm so old, but she still treats me like a child."
Uncle Liu glanced at the bag; this bag, excluding the quilts, could hold quite a lot.
Thinking back, she seemed to have said that she wanted his wife to make shoes for her, so couldn't they get some of this cloth themselves?
Oh, that's great! No matter what kind of material it is, it's all good stuff.
If she saves up enough, the old woman can piece together a garment for her grandson or granddaughter.
Thinking about it this way, he felt quite pleased with himself. It wasn't that he coveted the child's possessions; it was simply that he was too poor.
"What are you saying? Aren't you a child?"
In that short time, we met up with the people in front of us.
In a good mood, Uncle Liu no longer felt sorry for the old ox.
"Come up and rest for a bit."
Some people still hesitated.
"Third Master, don't you feel sorry for the ox?"
"Hmph, don't worry, you few aren't even as heavy as that cart of grain. Get on."
"He'll be going back to work less often, so Lao Niu can finally get some rest."
"Okay, all done!"
"Little Jian, you have so many packages?"
They all know each other well, so the only one who could receive the package is Jian Dan; there's no need to ask.
Simple, with a hint of helplessness.
“It’s my older sister who specially bought me a new quilt because she was worried I’d get cold.”
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