The girl's toes curled up, trying to hide them under her pants, but her pants were pulled up, leaving her ankles exposed, so she could only blush and lie in front of Zhao Hanzhang, "Wearing, I'm wearing them..."
Zhao Hanzhang nodded and said, "She is wearing them."
Only then did the old man relax.
Soon, villagers brought firewood from their own stacks, building a fire in the open space. Others brought wheat straw and rice straw, spreading them on the ground for Zhao Hanzhang to sit on.
Zhao Hanzhang understood that although she had been promoting the use of stools and tables for several years, people were still accustomed to sitting on the ground. Most importantly, the country was in a state of recovery, and many families couldn't even afford beds, let alone tables and chairs.
She was not fussy and directly grabbed a handful of straw, twisted it into a circle, placed it on the ground, and sat down.
