Shen Xiaosi was as sharp as a tack. The more Xu Changqing yelled for him not to run, the faster he went. As the horse-drawn cart slowly came to a stop, he was the first to reach out and help his third sister-in-law.
Shen Weimin didn't know whether to praise his little brother. He saw how well the two of them were getting along, already slipping into a comfortable rapport of "sister-in-law" and "brother."
Shaking his head with a chuckle, he quickly returned the horsewhip to the brigade's cart driver, an elder of the clan, then hoisted a not-so-large burlap sack that he had just unloaded from the cart.
"No need." Hoisting the sack, he saw the two, who were happily chatting, about to offer a hand. "Let's go. Doesn't it start at five? Are they getting anxious waiting?"
"No, I was just telling my sister-in-law that I was afraid you'd come back alone. If you did, I was going to make you take me on another trip. I'm young, so I can get away with it."
