The lamp in the old house stayed lit all night long; Li Hongqi, the son, probably hadn't felt this anxious even on the day Old Li passed away. Now, it was the commotion over money that kept him awake throughout the darkness.
Early the next morning, the household of Li Hongxing across the street got busy.
An auspicious time had already been calculated, so the neighbors who were going to help had also arrived.
When Li Hongqi, with red-rimmed eyes, opened the courtyard gate, he stood dumbfounded as a large group of people poured in, bustling about as if they owned the place.
"Big brother, second brother, what are you up to?" he finally came to his senses and saw Li Hongxing and Li Hongjun among the crowd.
Li Hongxing wasn't much of a talker, so with Hongjun there, he simply kept his mouth shut and worked.
