Sun Dazhuang swiftly went to harness the carriage, and Song Yunuan, acting as if she were at home, picked up a quilt from the kang bed. In fact, from the moment Song Yunuan had started talking, Liu Jincui felt her head buzzing. She anxiously called out, "What are you taking the quilt for?"
"To use as a seat cushion. My pants are freshly washed; I can't get them dirty." Then, hesitantly looking at the quilt, she cautiously asked, "Granny Sun, are there any lice on it?"
She also stretched out her arms, ready to throw it on the ground should there be any objections.
Liu Jincui felt a headache coming on: "No, I just washed it yesterday, and it's been sunned too."
Only then did Song Yunuan feel at ease. She was about to walk out with the quilt when she suddenly stopped and looked at the plainclothes policewoman, "Comrade, fifty for the fare won't do. It has to be at least a hundred, or we won't go."
