"Get up, don't block me."
Xiaoying glared at Zhong Yong. Her competitive spirit had risen. Even if she used all her strength, she would still light the fire today. She didn't believe that she couldn't push the windmill.
Zhong Yong was very well-behaved. He grinned and agreed, "Hey."
Su Qing found it funny. In front of Xiaoying, Zhong Yong was bullied like a child. He was careful and always got scolded.
"Xiaoying, let Zhong Yong pull."
Su Qing asked Xiaoying to give up her seat to Zhong Yong. This was not a girl's job.
"You guys go and help Auntie Li and the others make cotton-padded clothes."
Su Qing feared sparks would fly to the girls when they were forging later. Moreover, they could not help much here. It was better to help Auntie Li and the others tear down the Tartan people's cotton-padded clothes they had picked up yesterday and make them into cotton-padded jackets that ordinary people could wear.
