Maybe I'll even have to pay money back.
Life is getting hard, and without any other option, I can only go to her family to borrow some grains and get through.
"Zhuang Qingning, stop talking. Your aunt knows your situation," Mrs. He softly said, "Never mind, I'll give you two twenty kilograms of cornmeal. It's not a lot, but you two sisters can get by with it for now."
"Things are tense at home too. Xiaosi is frail, always catching colds and coughing, so we spend quite a bit on medicine annually. I know it's tough for you two sisters. I should give more, but I just can't afford it…"
Zhuang Qingning was dumbfounded, realizing that she had misunderstood. She hastily explained, "Aunt, I came to you not to borrow grain, but for something else."
"Then what is it..." said Mrs. He, startled. If not to borrow grain, could it be to borrow money?
Yes, it must be because they can't sell tofu, and perhaps owe Mrs. Wen for the beans. They need to reimburse her.
