After the Qingming Festival had passed, there was a rare sense of leisure at home.
Of course, this leisure was limited, such as Wu Lan, who still went to the mountains to pick tea daily, tirelessly.
Song Sancheng led his workers to clean up Seventh Uncle's home spick and span, and Wu Lan even helped pack up the old cotton quilts, letting Song Tan take them to town to be refluffed.
After soaking up the warm sunshine all day, Seventh Grandma and Seventh Uncle couldn't wait to go back to sleep in their own home that evening.
In fact, sleeping at Song Tan's house was fragrant and sound, making one wake up refreshed and invigorated!
But as comfortable as it was to sleep, there was always a bit of discomfort in the heart before sleeping. An old saying goes, "A golden house or a silver house is not as good as one's own doghouse."
The elderly couple especially was not used to it.
