Zhao Lin had never seen such a scene before and found it quite novel. She craned her neck and saw someone driving a blue motor tricycle delivering fireworks, firecrackers, tobacco, and alcohol, parking at the entrance. Many strong laborers helped move the items inside.
The tobacco and alcohol were too numerous to count, but Zhao Lin counted the fireworks—twenty boxes in total.
"Can you set off fireworks in the countryside? It must be beautiful!" No wonder people hold celebrations in the countryside. Firecrackers were banned in the city.
Lu Qingqing chuckled, "Tomorrow will be even more lively; you'll find out soon."
Lu Dad gave two cigarettes to the delivery owner, "Old Liu, I just did the math. Two hundred packs of cigarettes might not be enough. Could you please bring another hundred packs tomorrow and ten more boxes of alcohol? If we don't use it all, I'll return it to you."
