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They didn’t know where their next meal would come from, and Fourth Brother’s medicine was running out. Not to mention that it would cost three taels a month for his medical bills alone, but now with both of them lying on the bed, who knows how much more they’d need.
They really couldn’t go on at home.
Su Qingyue wasn’t thinking like that, though; she had confidence in leading her family to prosperity. As she walked under the eaves, passing by the window of the secondary bedroom, she playfully winked at Xiao Qinghe inside, “Fourth Brother, about your hair… Keep it, and with the half a tael you gave me, plus everything else we could sell, it would add up to five taels. I think you look better without a shaved head anyway. If you shave it off, it would be a pity for such a handsome young man.”
In fact, if they didn’t sell the hair, they really couldn’t raise half a tael. She didn’t actually want to sell the hair of all four people in the family to make up the remaining money; that would make the second, third, and fourth brother feel like they were losing half their lives; she was just joking.
She’s not a pessimistic person. The worse the atmosphere at home, the more she needs to find joy in the midst of hardships, right?
As for her two bundles of herbs, they were all useful to her, and she really didn’t want to sell them if they were only worth five cents per bundle. Besides, what use is ten cents? She needed four hundred cents.
Didn’t Xiao Yuchuan say there was a young master who loved beating up human sandbags? She wouldn’t kill people anymore, but if she were really desperate, she could become a bandit. Not robbing the law-abiding common people, but the unscrupulous rich young masters, which could be seen as carrying out justice.
Xiao Qinghe watched his wife enter the kitchen with a brilliant smile on her face, and his expression was slightly stunned. Her smile seemed to shine like sunlight into his heart, warming his cold heart.
With his head lowered, his gaze fell on his own unfeeling legs.
He knew his wife was trying to comfort him. What use could a man with useless legs be?
Su Qingyue didn’t know what Xiao Qinghe was thinking. She went into the kitchen and checked the leftover porridge in the pot.
Last night, she had cooked only enough beef and vegetable porridge for the second and third brother, which made about four bowls after swelling. After feeding one bowl to the second brother last night, there were still three bowls left.
She fetched firewood from the yard and brought it to the stove side, then carried Xiao Qinghe to the kitchen and sat him down on a desk near the stove, tossing a command, “Light the fire.”
Then she began to brush her teeth and wash her face.
Xiao Qinghe obediently struck the flintstone, and with movements that were neither skilled nor unpracticed, he managed to light the fire and put the firewood into the stove pit.
Although it was just a simple task of lighting a small fire, he felt a sense of being needed in his heart.
After brushing her teeth, Su Qingyue turned her head and asked him with a smile, “Fourth Brother, do you think I’m stupid because I don’t know how to use a flintstone?”
“No,” he stammered, “You’re the best.”
“What?” She wore a confused expression on her face, walked up to him, and leaned down to stare at him.
He blushed immediately.
Seeing him blush so easily, she laughed, “Fourth Brother, what did you just
“You…” His voice was still as small as before, “You are the… best.” Under her
bright gaze, he became nervous and started to stutter.
“Too quiet, I can’t hear you…”
“You are the best!” He finally spoke up a bit louder. She nodded, “I heard you the first time.”
He froze, So she was just…
She patted him on the shoulder, “Don’t blame me for being mean. I admit I like to bully you..”