The new house was almost fully furnished.
The residence was neat and tidy, both inside and out. The lacquer was fresh, the furniture newly crafted, and the window paper recently replaced. Everything, from the inside out, exuded a sense of new beginnings.
During breaks from his official duties, Chen Song had even hired two diligent older women to give the house and yard a thorough cleaning, not missing a single spot. As a result, the entire courtyard looked even more bright and spacious.
As the family entered the bright, spacious residence, they felt an indescribable sense of ease. Even Chen De'an, who had been relegated to driving the cart alone, had no more complaints.
He called over to Zhao Jing, and the two of them dug out the firecrackers they had prepared from the ox cart. They moved a ladder to the entrance and hung the long string of firecrackers from the eaves.
