After greeting the neighbors, the old man spoke up:
"Bring me the unused red envelopes from the house."
Soon, a thick stack of completely unopened red envelopes was handed to Grandpa.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the old man calmly chopped the branches he had cut from the back mountain into sections with a hatchet.
With puzzled looks from the onlookers, he wrapped each section of branch with red envelopes, each envelope holding no more, no less than two small sections.
From a distance, Feiyan, who was serving as a medic in the team, suddenly furrowed her brow and whispered to her teammates:
"The old gentleman's complexion is not as rosy as before."
With Feiyan's reminder, Wild Wolf and the others took a closer look, and it was indeed true.
His face wasn't just not rosy, nor was it pale; it seemed rather dark.
Feiyan muttered to herself, "It's soon."
Allowing no one else to interfere, the old man wrapped thirty-six red envelopes by himself.
