A large portion of the items were quietly stored away by Feng Qingxue, saving effort, but larger items like the television, which were already out in the open, she had to leave outside. Fortunately, upon arrival, there were people to help; both Tianzhi and Xibao were already at the exit early to meet her, and they immediately moved everything onto the tractor, making sure she wasn't exhausted.
"Be careful, handle it gently, don't bump the things inside the wooden crate," Feng Qingxue reminded as she carried a travel bag in each hand, following behind her nephew, occasionally helping to lift the bottom of the box.
Xibao curiously asked, "Mom, what did you buy? Such a big box and so heavy."
There were words on the wooden crate, but they were somewhat blurred. Before he could see them clearly, his cousin had already shouldered it.
