At this moment, footsteps sounded outside.
Gu Daqiao, tense, wanted to hide the loom.
"Daqiao, I heard Aunt Tong is back." A voice came from outside.
Gu Daqiao relaxed.
Tong Huaqiong recognized the voice; it was Gu Daqiao's wife, Song Qiaoniang.
"Ah, Aunt Tong."
Song Qiaoniang saw Tong Huaqiong in the shed and greeted her warmly.
She was carrying a basket covered with a snow-white cloth, clearly bringing food for Gu Daqiao.
Tong Huaqiong, without time for pleasantries, said to Song Qiaoniang, "Do you know how to use this loom?"
Song Qiaoniang nodded.
Gu Daqiao laughed and said, "My legs aren't convenient; every time Qiaoniang weaves, I'm next to her, watching and making changes where needed."
Song Qiaoniang understood Tong Huaqiong's meaning, put down the basket, took the cotton thread that had been prepared, pulled over a stool, and sat steadily in front of the loom to start weaving.
Right hand tossing the shuttle, left hand crossing it, feet stepping the treadle.
