During the day, when people saw smoke rising from Song Chunhua's yard, they knew she was all right.
There were some particularly gossipy folks who whispered quietly to those around them, "That Song Chunhua, she ran to my house in the middle of the night yesterday, wanting to buy our new rice!"
"Did you sell it to her?"
"Nonsense, of course, I sold it! Why would I turn down money? It's just that I sold it at a higher price!" the woman replied, righteous and proud.
"Anyway, she can't hold on to that silver money, better it benefits my family than the Song Family. At least I sold her polished rice, not just raw grains!"
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