When Zhong Lanhua and Jiang Yihuan returned home, they saw there was no firewood in the yard, and they felt displeased.
"What's going on with Zhang Dachun? Didn't he say he would carry the firewood over?" Zhong Lanhua said, rushing to the neighbor's door and tapping on it.
The door opened, and Da Chun's mother stood there, looking at Zhong Lanhua with dissatisfaction: "What's the matter?"
"Didn't your son Dachun say he'd carry the firewood to my yard? I just looked when I got home and didn't see any wood. Call him out and ask him where he put it."
"The firewood my son Dachun carried is, of course, in our own yard. Did you pay money, or do you have some relationship with our family, for my son to carry wood to your house?"
"Your son Dachun..." Zhong Lanhua wanted to argue, but was stopped by Jiang Yihuan.
