On the sixth day of the new lunar year, early in the morning, Old Li paced back and forth many times between his own room and the central hall, displaying an unmistakable restlessness.
Shen Yunfang hastily nudged Li Hongjun, "Hurry and get up to cook, then go find your elder brother to take care of important matters. Your dad has already been pacing in and out quite a few times."
Li Hongjun sighed, resignedly dragged his clothes out from under the quilt, and then pulled them on, "I have no idea what the old man is so anxious about, it's still pitch dark outside. Even if we get up now, we can't visit others this early, and it's still New Year's after all."
In the north, winter days dawn late to begin with; Shen Yunfang looked at her watch, it was not even five thirty, no wonder it was so dark outside.
Anxious about what? Shen Yunfang didn't dare to say what exactly the old man was anxious about, but from all the signs, it was clear the old man took this matter very seriously.