The next day, after breakfast, Wei Kaiyun left as usual. At ten in the morning, he returned with two people, pushing four wooden boxes.
The two young men carried the boxes directly to the kang in the west room, and Jiang Xinyu didn't even offer them water to drink.
"Wife, these are the books I mentioned, there are several hundred of them."
"Must have cost quite a bit, right?"
"A hundred pounds of wheat, five pounds of meat."
"That's all they wanted?"
"Haha. You're worried they asked for too little? Don't worry, they initially only wanted fifty pounds of wheat, I felt bad, so I added fifty more pounds and five pounds of meat.
The family was incredibly moved and packed all their books for us."
"Then go deliver them quickly, I'll cook, shall we have sauerkraut and meat dumplings?"
"Boiled, I like them boiled."
"Okay, wait for me by the cellar, and I'll tie them up for you to pull up."
