Gu Honglian pursed her lips and looked towards the veranda.
Tong Huaqiong had given quite a number of festival gifts to the old house.
Two chickens, two fish, five pounds of pork, a basket of cherries, a bundle of zongzi, and a pair of shoes each for Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu's wife, and Gu Honglian.
These festival gifts were considered generous in the eyes of the filial villagers.
Gu Honglian walked over and casually cradled the three pairs of shoes in her arms.
If there was only one pair of shoes, she would have thought it was too little. Now that Lu Zhaozhao had gifted her a piece of satin, she felt the festival passed reasonably well.
"Dahuan, I can't carry all these things. Help me deliver them," Gu Honglian commanded Gu Dahuan, who was chopping wood.
Jingzhe said, "Aunt, let me help you deliver them. Don't boss my elder brother around. He's busy."
He bent down and picked up the chickens, fish, and cherries.
