Lian Yeye hadn't spoken yet when he glanced outside the door.
"It's just us here, speak freely," Lian Manman said.
...
At the same time, in the front yard, Lian Shouxin was walking out with Lian Shouli.
"Are you heading out, sir?" Han Zhong's wife happened to be coming from the courtyard with a tray of freshly made pastries. She stopped when she saw Lian Shouxin and asked with a smile.
"I'm going to the old house, I'll be back soon. Please let them know in the back yard," Lian Shouxin replied.
"Okay," Han Zhong's wife agreed and went toward the backyard.
Lian Shouxin and Lian Shouli went out the door and headed straight into the village.
At the entrance of the old house, Lian Shouxin stopped and looked around. Against the wall outside the gate, there were two large stacks of firewood piled high.
"This year's firewood should be enough," Lian Shouxin estimated.
"It should be enough," Lian Shouli agreed, "We still have to plant the land ourselves."
