After seeing Ji Yuan off, Zhao Hanzhang called over Ting He and asked, "What good things are left in the warehouse? Pick some to send to the Xiliang Army. Even if we don't go personally, the gifts must be delivered."
Ting He replied, "Besides various types of timber and unusable items, there are only four bolts of cloth remaining."
"Those are specially left for the lady and Second Son for making clothes after the mourning period," Ting He emphasized, "They were sent by Madame, including some for the eldest son."
"Didn't mother already make clothes and send them? That's enough. Send my two bolts of cloth to the Xiliang Army for General Beigong's mother and wife."
"But the clothes Madame sent are a bit short..."
In the past six months, Zhao Hanzhang has grown quickly, exceeding Mrs. Wang's expectations. Mrs. Wang was likely worried that the clothes she made wouldn't fit, so besides clothes, she also sent cloth, thinking that if they didn't fit, Ting He could tailor them.
