In the courtyard, Wei Shouzhong was busy working with a saw, wood shavings flying everywhere.
The box was almost finished. There was quite a bit of wood left, so he planned to make a cane for Lang to help him walk. It wouldn't take much work.
The trees cut from the mountain had to be dried and planed. The wedding day was approaching, and Wei Shouzhong was afraid he wouldn't make it in time. These materials were brought over from the village craftsman, with a promise to compensate the craftsman later.
Hui Niang was discussing with him on the side.
"There aren't too many people invited, but we can squeeze them in."
"The banquet shouldn't lack meat. Be sure to catch some fish or shrimp later."
"We'll kill another chicken."
She felt a bit reluctant because they only had five chickens at home, all of which could lay eggs.
But Hui Niang wanted the banquet to be presentable, at least not shabby.
