Sun Yun spread out the clothes, "Dad, take a look at Mr. Li's clothes and quilts, they're all pretty good. Do you want to take them back and wear them?"
Zhao Tian smiled and said, "Why not? Let's do that. It saves your mom from having to make new clothes for me. Mr. Li's clothes must be good." In the eyes of the illiterate elderly, educated people are a notch above them—not that they see them as gods, but they certainly think everything about them is good.
The second lot was from Li Shaoguang, the young man's belongings were his luggage, clothes, and woolen sweaters and trousers.
Sun Yun spread out the sweaters and trousers, "They're quite good. I'll unravel the yarn and knit a sweater and trousers for Qingxiang. These clothes can also fit him."
The clothes weren't in great shape, after all, young guys wear out clothes quickly, but if they were to be worn in the fields, there wouldn't be a problem.
