This year's harvest was exceptionally good, thanks to the one acre and a quarter of land that Lu Hong had cultivated, the entire family decided to prepare two new sets of clothes to comfortably get through the winter.
"Big brother, big brother," Weiwei asked with a smile, clutching Lu Hong's rough palm, "what kind of clothes do you want?"
"What else could it be, aren't all clothes the same?" The old man rolled his eyes and said, "Don't bother asking Erleng, he can't talk anyway. When we get to Qi's shop, just let him pick for himself."
Lu Hong nodded with a smile in agreement.
Because Lu Hong was lame and couldn't walk fast, the old man and Weiwei slowed down to accompany Lu Hong as they leisurely strolled down the country lane.
