Chapter 91: Sending Aunt Back

Su Mei saw Lan Jingtian walking in carrying a Urea Bag full of things and hurried over to greet him again. “Jingtian, what have you got there this time?”

“It’s from Momo. I have no idea what it is!”

“Didn’t she send some food just half a month ago? She said it was from Xiao Gu. What did she send this time? That child can’t hold onto any money she gets. How will she manage after she gets married?”

Their precious daughter had plenty of money and a stable job. Even if she spent a bit freely, she wouldn’t have to worry about running out. Worst case, if she spent it all, he could just support her.

“Open it and see. I don’t think it’s food this time. The package looks big, but it’s actually not very heavy.”

Lan Jingtian carefully cut open the bag with scissors and found, aside from two children’s sweaters on top, the rest was all wool yarn—at least over ten pounds of it.

“Heavens, where did Momo get so much wool yarn? And it all seems to be pure wool, with such vibrant colors. It feels even better than the wool yarn sold at our department store.”

Lan Jingtian was also puzzled. “We’ll know when she comes back. Could this be from that Xiao Gu? I heard he went to Xinjiang…”

Su Mei glanced at Lan Jingtian and said calmly, “At most, Xiao Gu would send Momo a pound or two of wool yarn. How could he possibly send this much? Not to mention how expensive this wool yarn is, where would Xiao Gu get so many Wool Yarn Coupons?”

That’s right, these were hot commodities. Without coupons, they’d be hard to buy. Lan Jingtian suddenly slapped his thigh. Their Momo had plenty of money—could she have gone to the black market and paid a high price for them?

Oh no, is she alright?

Su Mei picked up the two small sweaters, unable to put them down, running her hands over them again and again. The patterns on these sweaters were so lovely! The yellow one even had a row of little goldfish on it. How on earth were they knitted?

The new sweater she had been knitting for Momo still had half a sleeve left. If she had known there would be such fine wool yarn, she should have used it to knit Momo a couple of nice ones.

Su Mei suddenly said, “Jingtian, Momo will be back in about ten days. Make some time to go pick her up yourself. It’s not easy for a girl to carry so many bags and squeeze onto the bus.”

Lan Jingtian was also a bit worried and muttered quietly, “The weather’s getting colder. I wonder if Momo has enough clothes to wear.”

“Yuanzhi already brought a big bag of clothes over for Momo, and there’s also a supply and marketing cooperative in that town. I’m not worried about her not having clothes to wear. I’m worried she hasn’t been eating well these past few months.”

She must have lost a lot of weight, right? She should save up all the meat coupons. Once her daughter is back, she’ll buy more meat and cook her a few good meals to build her up.

“Xiao Li’er, come over here and see what your aunt sent you!”

Xiao Li’er came skipping over and said in a sweet, childish voice, “Grandmother, did Auntie send more yummy food?”

“No, they’re pretty little sweaters. Come see—doesn’t this yellow sweater have a few little goldfish on it? They’re so pretty, right? Do you like it? And isn’t this blue sweater lovely too?”

Lan Jiangli obediently nodded, though he wasn’t very interested in these clothes. “Mm, they’re pretty! But none of them are as pretty as Auntie. When will Auntie mail herself back? I miss her so much!”

How could his eldest grandson speak so adorably? He was much cuter than his father had been as a child.

Lan Jingtian gently pinched Xiao Li’er’s little cheek. “Hahaha, your auntie doesn’t need to be mailed. Grandfather will bring her back in a little while.”

Lan Jiangli blinked his big, bright eyes, looking at Lan Jingtian with confusion as he asked innocently, “Grandfather, does Auntie really not need to be mailed? Is it because the postman uncle doesn’t have a big enough box to fit Auntie, so he can’t mail her?”

Lan Jingtian was speechless. Had this child been driven silly by his father? Why were there so many strange ideas in his head? Could people be packed into boxes?

Lan Jingtian scowled and shouted loudly, “Lan Zhiyuan, get out here!”

Su Mei looked at her innocent grandson, both amused and exasperated. She patiently explained, “Xiao Li’er, the postman uncle only helps deliver letters and packages, not people. Don’t say such things again.”

Lan Zhiyuan had been hiding in his room discussing having a second child with his wife when his father’s sudden shout startled him into jumping up.

He hurried out and said, “Dad, Dad, what’s wrong? What’s wrong? What big thing happened?”

“Come here and explain to your son why the post office can’t mail people!”

The post office mailing people?

Mail what people?

Only after Lan Yuanzhi asked did he realize that his good son actually wanted someone to mail his younger sister back. Goodness, he really knew how to think!

“Good son, living people can’t be mailed!”

With this explanation from Lan Yuanzhi, Lan Jingtian grew even more furious. He kicked Lan Yuanzhi hard. “Speak properly! Explain it to your son again!”

What did he mean by “living people can’t be mailed”? Could dead people be mailed then?

How had he raised such a foolish son?

No wonder his grandson’s intelligence had been dragged down too!

“Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong!” Lan Yuanzhi pleaded while picking up his son. “Son, wherever we go, if we want to come back, we can just take a vehicle ourselves. The postman uncles only deliver letters and packages for people.”

Lan Jiangli finally understood this time. He asked again, “Dad, when will Auntie take a vehicle back?”

Lan Yuanzhi asked Lan Jingtian, “Dad, is Younger Sister coming back soon? Should I take half a day off to pick her up?”

“No need. You don’t have to specially take time off to pick her up. I’ll see if I can borrow a car, and then I’ll go pick her up myself.” As long as he helped them fill the car with gas, that would be enough.

Just then, Ye Zhen came out and, seeing the large bundle of colorful yarn balls on the table, exclaimed, “Mom, why do we have so much yarn at home?”

Su Mei picked out a skein of gray and a skein of rose-red yarn and handed them to Ye Zhen.

“These were all mailed back by Momo. Take two or three pounds and knit a thick sweater each for Yuanzhi and yourself! This is 100% pure wool—it’ll definitely be very warm when knitted into sweaters.”

100% pure wool was quite expensive. There were at least over ten pounds of yarn here. Where had Momo bought so much good yarn?

“Mom, this yarn must have cost a lot, right? You should save it for Momo to use when she gets married later! I can still wear my old sweaters.”

“Take it, I just found that Momo also tucked a note in the wool bundle, saying her sweater has already been commissioned and knitted.

Once I finish knitting the red sweater for Momo that I’m currently working on, I’ll knit high-neck sweaters for Jing Tian and Mom and Dad each. The rest of the wool can be saved for later! Ah, Jing Mo should also be getting married soon…”

“Mom, everyone is getting new sweaters, you should knit one for yourself too! If you don’t have time, I can ask someone to help.”

“I’ll stay up a bit later at night, knitting an extra two hours each evening, and I can finish two sweaters before the New Year. For your grandfather and grandmother, I’ll ask my sister-in-law to help knit theirs—I’ll just give her half a pound of wool in return.”

Alright, since Mother-in-law doesn’t need her to find help, she’ll knit one for Yuanzhi first.

Momo is so thoughtful, knitting two sweaters for our son as well. These sweaters are so lovely—it seems we should have a second child to pass them down to.

Sweaters that have been unraveled and re-knitted aren’t as nice-looking. Xiao Li’er is almost three years old now, so it’s about time to give him a sibling.