Upon hearing Song Yitang say it was an elder, the faces of several old ladies once again brightened with smiles.
Ding Lixiu, feeling bored after watching for a while, pulled someone along to go home.
As they walked on the road,
Ding Lixiu worried, "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, and I don't know if they'll be able to make it back in time."
"Is it Chinese New Year's Eve already?"
Song Yitang was surprised by the passage of time.
On the day of Chinese New Year's Eve, Li Linghua had informed them the night before to wake up early and help prepare the New Year's Eve dinner.
In the morning, they would prepare chickens, ducks, and geese, and pick vegetables at noon. After plucking, they were led to the bathhouse for a scrub.
"Ding Family, you have a letter!"
The voice of the team leader came from beyond the wall. Upon hearing there was a letter, Ding Lihao immediately caught the wind in his heels and rushed out.
"Big sister, your beau sent a letter!"
