An hour later, the room looked brand new. Because it was made of yellow mud and it had been a long time since someone lived there, there was a layer of dust on the ground. In order to avoid dust getting into the air, after a simple sweep, Yu Bing sprinkled a thin layer of water on the ground. Then, she opened the doors and windows so that the sun outside could shine into the room and dry the water.
After Xiao Sheng finished his work, he realized that there was an unfinished mat in the living room, so he started weaving. Yu Bing sat at the side in boredom as she watched Xiao Sheng quietly.
At six in the evening, Mr. Wang returned home with a handful of wormwood and some vegetables. When he saw the two of them sitting in the living room, he hurriedly stopped them and said, "You two are guests, so why are you helping me work? You can't do this! Stop!"