Manbao finished the last grain of rice in her bowl and touched her small belly, saying, "Mother, I'm full."
Ms. Qian ate slowly, reached out to touch her protruding belly, and smiled, "Go play then."
It was only then that Manbao began to worry about their finances, "Mother, what about the money we got from selling the Indian pennywort and yams?"
Ms. Qian said, "Your Second Brother took it to buy cotton and cloth for you."
Manbao was taken aback.
Zhou Wulang and the others lifted their heads, and with a chopstick between his teeth and teary eyes, he looked at Manbao, hoping she would argue with their mother for their interests.
But that was impossible. Manbao hadn't yet figured out the relationships and scratched her head, asking, "Why do I need to buy cotton and cloth?"
