Mrs. Lin shouted angrily, calling Huang Bita out of the room, who hadn't had time to wipe her face.
Huang Bita looked timidly at the unfamiliar courtyard before her, thinking of her three brothers at home for some reason.
"Mom, what... should I do?"
"Hmph, you still ask what to do, can't you see that pile of clothes?" Mrs. Lin snorted coldly, pointing at the wooden basin under the big tree in the courtyard and shouting at Huang Bita.
The wooden basin was filled with a full load of clothes, both men's and women's, even women's undergarments and bellybands.
Huang Bita had washed clothes at home for more than ten years, even washing her three brothers' underwear herself.
She opened her mouth, just about to ask Mrs. Lin something, when Mrs. Lin rushed back into her room and came out with another pile of clothes, throwing it on the ground next to the wooden basin.
