"Sister, you really have a sharp tongue but a soft heart. You said you'd give only one sack, but in the end, you couldn't bear it, right?"
An Yi glared at the two of them: "Just for this morning, everyone who comes gets some. If anyone comes this afternoon or tomorrow, I won't have any more. I can't take care of even the children of married daughters, can I?"
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, daughters return to their mother's home. Children from the village go to other villages, and children from other villages return to this village.
"Tomorrow I have to close the front door. You all come early. Tomorrow we won't go out, nor will we interact with anyone."
Besides this, An Yi was actually afraid they would be saddened by the memories, as most who come back to their mother's home are childhood playmates!
Of course, there weren't many playmates, as most of them died four or five years ago; only a small number of those with great fortune survived.
