The crowd was chattering away, but no one dared to take advantage. After all, it was Old Yang's house, and they knew he was capable, so no one dared.
Fu Xiaoping helped Wang Shulin load the truck, and everyone naturally envied them. A woman approached Zhao Xiaoli, saying, "Zhao Zhiqing, can you sell me some of this coal? Just two bags will do."
Zhao Xiaoli noticed that this was a typically nice and agreeable aunt, so she smiled and nodded. "Auntie, it's only because you asked; we don't have enough coal for ourselves. If you really want it, we can share one cartload with you, but that's all we can spare."
"Thank you, Zhao Zhiqing. I'm using a handcart." Her daughter-in-law was due to have a baby in a few days, and if they could light a stove inside, it would be much warmer.
Others were tempted, but felt it was inappropriate to ask after hearing the explanation.
This time Ding Xiaojuan came along with Chen Hui.
