Zhang Guihua looked at her two lively grandsons with motherly affection, gently stroking the heads of the children. "Stop fussing, stop fussing. When has grandma ever failed to make new clothes for you two?"
In the second household, several girls leaned against the window, their faces full of envy as they watched the two boys in the courtyard.
They had never worn new clothes from the time they were little.
Because the family wasn't wealthy, it was generally the adults who wore new clothes, which after a few years were altered for the children, and as they outgrew them, the clothes were passed down to younger ones, and so on and so forth.
With each passing, the patches increased, and the colors faded; by the time the clothes reached them, the original patterns were no longer recognizable, just a gray smeared patch...
