"It's alright if she doesn't come back." I wasn't expecting her to come back anyway, "But it's necessary to talk to her about it."
"Alright then." Old Zhang nodded.
After a while, Aunt Zhang walked into the yard with a hoe in one hand and a basket of freshly dug carrots and garlic in the other. She handed the basket to Su Qingyue, "Here, wife of the Xiao Family."
"Don't you want to weigh them?" She held the basket, and even with some mud, it was definitely more than twelve jin.
"No need, if the difference is just a jin or two, as long as you don't feel cheated."
"It's probably about fourteen jin. I'm the one taking advantage."
"It's fine. We still have a lot in our fields. If you like it, I'll dig some more for you another day."
"You're too polite, not necessary." Su Qingyue seemed to think of something, "I'm out of salt at home, Aunt Zhang, can I borrow some?"
"How much do you need?"
"One bowl."
