It was just past two in the afternoon when Li Hongxing pulled up to the old house with his donkey cart, parked it, and went inside to help his younger brother carry the luggage.
"Big brother, it's not much, Hongjun can handle it," Shen Yunfang was folding blankets, gathering the duvet cover and sheets she'd brought with her. The blankets and such weren't hers, so after she woke, she folded them neatly and placed them back in the cabinet.
"No problem, just this one bag?" Li Hongxing had become increasingly silent over the years under Wang Dan's scrutiny.
"Yes, just this one." Only one big bag—it, along with some smaller miscellaneous items, had been stuffed into a net sack, ready to be carried off in a moment.
Li Hongjun returned from the other room, having already said his goodbyes to the old Li man, picked up the net sack, called to his wife and children, and headed out.