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 like this 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."
