The farmstead was abuzz with activity.
The courtyard was cluttered—tables and chairs, cabinets, pots and pans, grains and oils, from beds to flashlights, everything kept being carried out from the house.
Yan Xiao stood at the door of the main house, hand on his hip, bellowing energetically, "Move everything out! Don't leave a single item behind! Sort everything, and put your personal items in boxes! Use a marker to write your name! Make it neat! Don't make it look like chicken scratches that no one can read! Hey! ... Hey hey! Someone, you don't have to manage the furniture, just put it against the wall! That's right, I'm talking to you!"
Bang!—Crash!
Heizi clumsily knocked over a stack of porcelain bowls.
Yan Xiao quickly shouted, "Throw it out, throw it out! Clean it up quickly, don't let anyone get cut! Wrap fragile items before putting them into the boxes! If you need foam or old newspapers, ask Sister Yu! ... Sister Yu! I'm running out of tape here!"
