Zhao Shuanghua had sent over two rabbits to Guan Yidao, and there were plans for the remaining four rabbits.
They ate two and dried two for staving off hunger on the road.
Seeing the brothers Zhang Qifeng dressed in thin clothes, Qi Yue directly threw all four pelts in front of Zhang Zhao.
"Do you know how to tan fur?"
Zhang Zhao nodded hurriedly.
"Yes, I'm quite skilled at it. Miss Qi, if you want clothes made, leave it to me."
"Make clothes for your son. If not you, then whom?" Qi Yue looked at Cong Zhonglan, "I also can't make clothes. Do you think these four pelts are enough to make an outfit for each of them?"
Cong Zhonglan's face filled with gratitude, and her tears almost started flowing again.
"Yes, it's enough."
"Then that's settled. It's getting cold; don't let them catch a chill."
"Yes, thank you, Miss Qi."
Upon knowing that Qi Yue was making clothes for the two boys, Zhang Zhao bent his knees, about to kneel and kowtow again.
