"I'm afraid he won't help us!" Zhao Chuchu was not optimistic.
The village chief had given Zhao Chuchu the impression that he was very realistic. There were only two brothers in the Xie family. Although Xie Heng was a scholar, he, after all, was "blind."
If not, the grain and silver that the villagers owed her would not be uncollected until now. He was pretending to be deaf and dumb!
Xie Heng said softly, "Let Junjun take me to the village chief's house later. I know how to ask him to come forward and collect the grain."
Zhao Chuchu took a long look at Xie Heng and then shoved the silver back into his hand. "You keep it. I don't need it," she said.
"You still have to buy cooking oil and salt."
"I have money."
Zhao Chuchu didn't like being in debt to others.
The money should have been regarded as her food expenses!
Anyway, the cash for the cooking oil and salt was nothing to her.
Yet Xie Heng still insisted.
