"If you go, your Sister Qingyu will also go." Ye Muyu did not tell her much as she was still young. She just needed to grow up slowly. There was no need to know that her father had gone crazy and insisted on doing this.
Chu Heng did this because he was dissatisfied with the original host's raising two children.
No matter how indifferent she was, she could not tell an eight-year-old child that her parents were not on good terms.
When they got home, Ye Muyu put the things in the basket in the kitchen. The things that were to be sent to the old mansion were put in the same basket.
Just as Ye Muyu was ready, Chu Heng walked over.
She said, "I've prepared five catties of meat, one catty of tea leaves, two bags of sugar, and two rolls of cloth. As for the cloth, the brown one is yours. You still have two rolls of cloth. It's enough to make summer clothes."
"The other thing is about the filial piety silver."
"How much should I give?"
