"Wife, it seems someone is knocking at the door, I'll go and check."
Having said that, Jiang Changhai went out to open the door.
Upon opening, he saw Yu Cheng and a refined young man around thirty years of age, standing at their doorstep with big and small parcels.
He immediately exclaimed with joy, "Ah, Brother Fang, Buddy Yu, you've come! Come in, come in quickly."
The young man's name was Fang Zhiyuan, Yu Cheng's uncle who had been sent to a farm for re-education.
Jiang Changhai had previously, at Yu Cheng's request, delivered some items to the farm a few times over the years, and their relationship had grown very good.
With a gentle smile, Fang Zhiyuan said, "Brother Jiang, it's the New Year, Xiao Cheng and I came to see you."
Jiang Changhai took the items from their hands, patted Fang Zhiyuan on the shoulder, and said with a laugh, "Ah, you are too polite. Just come, why bring so many things? We're all family here."
