This time, Bai Xiulan again asked her simple question: why so many things? Old Mrs. Xu simply retorted, "Just do as he says," and then brought up something else.
Xu Changqing really didn't know how the eight people who were doing odd jobs in the county town were getting on. She had been swamped all day; where would she have found the time to swing by and check on anyone?
"Isn't that person from your second grand-uncle's family working at your uncle's factory?" Old Mrs. Xu immediately realized. "You didn't go to your uncle's place *again*?"
'What does she mean, *again*?'
'Didn't she always wait until her uncle's family had finished butchering their pigs to bring everything over at once?' Sitting in front of the stove and taking off her shoes, Xu Changqing heard this, glanced up at her grandmother, and nodded.
