Everyone received a piece of fabric to make clothes, and there was still plenty left over. Zhulan eyed the light-colored fabric intended for the little girl with envy; she wished she could make one for herself, but unfortunately, she could no longer do that. As a grandmother, daring to wear such clothes out in public would be considered improper, and she would be subjected to gossip, affecting the reputation of the entire Zhou family's women.
Zhulan looked at the dark fabric in her hands, her heart aching so much she felt it hurt to breathe. "Damn the ancient times," she thought.
Lady Zhao was overjoyed since her mother-in-law also gave her fabric. Now she would have new clothes to wear. Her mother-in-law did favor her. "Mother," she said.
Upon hearing the whining tone, Zhulan shuddered, truly intimidated by Lady Zhao. She quickly grabbed a piece of fine cotton cloth, "Cut this into five parts."
