Before leaving, Old Mrs. Cheng handed Zhang Guoqing two parcels. As rushing to catch the train, he didn't have time to refuse multiple times, nor was it convenient to open them on the train.
Now, after finishing the noodles, Zhang Guoqing opened all the luggage he brought back, startling Mr. Zhang and Mother Zhang. Earlier, they were busy greeting their oldest son and hadn't looked closely.
"Xiao Wu, why so many things?"
Zhang Guoqing shook his head with a smile, "Those two bags are from Aunt Grandma for you, the rest are from my father-in-law. These old clothes were given by my buddies from the Big Courtyard."
Mother Zhang laughed and cried, patting him, "You silly child, how did you have the nerve to ask? Our family doesn't lack clothes."
Zhou Jiao knew these old clothes were meant for the villagers. Some families with better conditions wouldn't let their nieces and nephews wear hand-me-downs, so after Zhang Guoqing found out, he took all of them.
