Moving House

Sunday, seven in the morning.

The young people, worn out from a week of work, were still enjoying the caresses of the God of the Bedding, while the retired old men and women had already begun cooking and doing their morning exercises.

Two light trucks pulled up briskly at the entrance to the Zaojunmiao Siheyuan. Li Ye got out with Jiang Hong, Ma Qianshan, Tan Min, Wang Qiangdong, and Wei Jiaxian, and they began carrying things out of the courtyard.

"Easy, easy! There's more stuff inside, and it's heavy. Take it slow, no rush. Uncle Jiang, if you get tired, take a break in the middle."

"None of this furniture needs to be moved. Just take the set from the study."

Wen Leyu and her two younger sisters, Fu Yiruo and Li Juan, had also come early to help their brother move, bustling about before and after.

Wen Leyu had not interacted much with Li Ye's fellow townsmen in the past, but today she ran around attending to everyone, calling them "Uncle Jiang" one after another. She had clearly cast herself in the role of the "Li family's little wife."

Li Ye and Wen Leyu's wedding date was drawing near. Wen Leyu had long since picked out all the furniture and appliances for their new home, but Li Ye's well-used desk, chair, and bookcase, along with the quilts and clothes that had already been prepared at home, still had to be moved to their new place on Fuyou Street.

Since there was not much to move, Jiang Hong and the others finished quickly. Wang Qiangdong, with his transportation department background, tied the items up in a five-flower binding, then set off toward Fuyou Street at the tortoise pace of twelve miles an hour.

Wang Qiangdong was no longer like he