The bamboo mats were woven by a few comrades, and one of them even secretly slipped three yuan in, making the person feel quite embarrassed, so they worked on them even more carefully and also gave two small dustpans for free.
As she spoke, Shi Suifeng opened the roll on her back, revealing the soft and shiny bamboo mats, which unfurled with a rustle. Counting them, there were exactly five, just enough for each child to have one.
Chu River was still murmuring, "Make sure you tell the carpenter that the beds at home aren't enough, so let's get two more made."
These beds weren't the current plank beds but the new bunks. Shi Suifeng had actually already prepared them while tidying up the house. After all, the nephew and niece were coming, and with a large courtyard, space wasn't an issue, so he placed one bed in each of the two rooms on the west side of the house, sleeping on the top and storing things below.
