Han Qiao rubbed her temples as she looked at the five bags.
"These are all new fabrics for your parents, brother, sister-in-law, and children. This bag is for you and the child. Then, you can help me make however many sets of clothes you'd like."
"These two bags are rags!"
Heng Yi looked like he was asking for credit.
Han Qiao took a deep breath.
These sacks were at least three to four hundred catties. He had picked them from Ninghe Town to Xishan Village.
For a moment, Han Qiao felt very upset, but her heart ached even more.
She also understood that Heng Yi was really working hard.
"Heng Yi, don't do this next time. You can hire an ox cart if it's so heavy. Don't buy so much cloth. We don't need that much."
"You're still young and can ignore it, but it's still harmful to your body to put such heavy pressure on your shoulders."
Heng Yi chuckled. "Okay, I'll remember."