Early yesterday morning elder brother drove me to school. Then we loaded his van with the potatoes distributed, earned and gleaned. I had decided to give him two bags of potatoes and told him not to buy any more. I knew brother had purchased a van for transporting sacrificial paper in the vacation just over. But I had not seen it until yesterday. It seemed to be larger than expected. I had intended taking the potatoes home with one of his tricycles. When he heard my plan, he offered to fetch the potatoes with his vehicle. Because it is too large to be parked inside his yard or outside the gate, he entrusts it to a Mr. An whose yard is spacious with watchdogs when it is not needed. That was why I couldn't see it before.