The next day, Ma Xiangling went to the county town.
Yuan Chun handed the flawed fabric to Qian Hongmei and said, "These days, don't go to work. Take leave to stay at home and make a new set of clothes for Xiang Dong. If there's extra fabric, make a pair of trousers for yourself."
Qian Hongmei's eyes turned red with emotion, "Mom, I just made new clothes not long ago. Making so many, I can't wear them all. I'd rather make a pair of trousers for you. You haven't had new clothes for a long time. I'll finish it quickly, so you can wear the new trousers when my sister-in-law gets married."
"No need. I'm an old woman about to die. What do I need new clothes for? There's no sense wasting fabric. If you don't want to make them for yourself, make a pair of trousers each for Daya and Erya. They can't wear anything too shabby when school starts next year."
"Then I'll make a pair of trousers each for Daya and Erya," Qian Hongmei said.
