"Brother, roll them up." Saying this, Qin Xiangnuan had already started moving, neatly stacking the Spring Festival couplets and then rolling them into a large roll, before inserting them into a paper tube she had collected beforehand. It was originally from plastic wrappers bought in the village, and it was just the right size to store the Spring Festival couplets.
This method was really good.
Qin Xiangyang also rolled up some Spring Festival couplets and placed them inside the paper tube. Soon after, they had already packed quite a few paper tubes, and even if they sat on them now, the Spring Festival couplets wouldn't get damaged.
He took out a cotton quilt from home, spread it in the tricycle, and used a glass bottle that had been used for medical drips, filled it with a big bottle of boiled water, and placed it inside. They were going to sell in the city, which was a little further from here.
