Zhulan was momentarily stunned before realizing the call was for her. She only had memories, no sound impression—she really didn't know who the voice belonged to. She hurried down to see who it was, only to find Yang Wuchun, the eldest son of her older brother Yang Zhushan, who was already twenty-three.
"Wu Chun, it's you! What brings you here?"
After tying the ox, Yang Wuchun began unloading items from the oxcart. "Auntie, didn't I go down south to be a courier? While I was there, I came across a cloth shop clearing out last year's fabric. Remembering that our third brother, Wu Dong, is sixteen and should be discussing marriage, I bought extra and Mother asked me to bring some to you."
Zhulan looked at the sizable bundle. Had she misunderstood something?
Still unloading from the oxcart, Wu Chun continued, "Mother is worried about your poor health and sent a basket of eggs for you to get better—she told me to remind you not to be reluctant to eat them."
