In the living room, Xiao Xian was half-kneeling on the sofa, the telephone receiver in her hand already heated up from holding it tightly. On the other end of the phone, seven or eight people chattered non-stop.
"Sister-in-law Lian here, Xiao Xian, can you hear me?" Xiao Xian still found Sister-in-law Lian's voice somewhat unfamiliar through the phone.
"Don't shout so loudly, you're almost deafening me. Xiao Xian can definitely hear you," the loud voice chiming in was Uncle Jin's, loud as a horn.
"Hey Xiao Xian, this is your Uncle San Gouzi. The village phone is broken, and the local telecommunication office is really useless, took them months finally to come fix it. Rest assured, this New Year, once we sell off the new crops, I'll get every household their own phone line," Xiao Xian could imagine Uncle San Gouzi being both proud and annoyed at this moment.
