"Tomorrow, we'll buy some paper money and burn it for your father," Liu Shi said to Lin Xiaoyue.
It was indeed time to let him go.
Lin Xiaoyue was a little confused.
"Alright, mom!"
Of course she did not believe that it was her father's spirit who had sought revenge on Old Madam Lin and Lin Lanhua. However, after she had transmigrated, she had been using her father's name to do things.
If burning paper money for her father could make her mother feel at ease, then she would do it.
However, there's something strange about this matter.
Looking in the direction of the mill, Lin Xiaoyue suddenly had some ideas.
Then, she went to look for Li Xiao.
In the mill, Li Xiao was still packing up some things.
Seeing that Lin Xiaoyue had arrived, a smile appeared on his face.
"The stone mill is ready to be used. Has the rice been soaked?"
"Yes, but it hasn't gone soft yet. We'll have to wait a little longer."
