Old Liu took charge at the old house, handing over all the family's one thousand jin of stored grain to Qin Yao to sell on their behalf. Whatever Qin Yao sold, they would sell.
Because all the young ones at home needed to focus on factory work, if Qin Yao didn't mind, he, an old bag of bones, could still help out a bit.
Qin Yao waved her hand, "There's Ah Wang, Dad. You stay at home and wait. I'll have Ah Wang come and load it."
Old Liu agreed eagerly, looking at the harmonious family in the courtyard, feeling a warm glow in his heart.
The old man called Liu Bai and his three brothers over to Qin Yao, letting them continue discussing factory work, while he and Mrs. Zhang held Da Mao, who was clamoring to go out and play, and left.
Mrs. Qiu and He considered themselves part of the factory now, sitting on small stools to listen in on Qin Yao and the others.
Everyone chatted for quite a while before scattering.
