East Wing, Mother Zhang opened the small storeroom, filled with things, everything was there. Zhang Guoqing immediately knew that during his absence these days, his mother must have prepared a lot again.
Mother Zhang directed him: "Xiao Wu, pack all these mountain goods together, I've sorted them out. Compress them into two big packages. As for the game and preserved meat, compress them tightly; don't worry about crushing them, make them into a single package. We'll send these three parcels to the train tomorrow, you send a telegram to your grandfather, let them go to pick up."
Zhang Guoqing looked at these things and felt overwhelmed, "Mother, if we give all, what do we eat ourselves? You just sort out a few, make them into a small, easy-to-carry package. The day after tomorrow, I'll run to other villages, buy some and mail them over. Keep these at home to eat, otherwise we'll be stuck eating pickles with cornbread."
