Of course, all this wage was funded through the village head's collection efforts in both the town and the county. The village head had promised to pay Nan Feng double the usual rate as compensation for her lost working hours during this period.
The mountain songs continued to echo around, and when the lyrics "Golden flowers, silver flowers are not my love, I only love good talents" were sung, the wild brother who had just left returned, clutching a grey quilted jacket in his hand.
Nan Feng could not help but be surprised. Wasn't this the same quilted jacket she had dried in the courtyard last night? Wild brother was certainly quick.
And despite the audience, Wild brother did not bother to explain. He just shoved the jacket into Nan Feng's hands and then returned to watching the performance as if nothing had happened.
Once Nan Feng put on the quilted jacket, she felt warmed all over.
