Hearing Qiao Xiaomai's words, Qiao Changshun rubbed his rough hands, bowing his head in shame.
"You keep the money you earned."
Qiao Xiaomai nodded, logically picking up her basket and heading towards her room. Along the way, she said, "Dad, Dami and I are going to go to town tomorrow to buy some things."
"Alright," Qiao Changshun nodded, having no objections.
He knew to keep his head down and work. Before, housekeeping was managed by Zhuang Lühe, and now it was handed over to Qiao Xiaomai. He had no objections.
Qiao Xiaomai entered her room without lighting the lamp. Using the moonlight shining through the window, she put the silver and copper coins from her basket into her pocket, leaving only a hundred copper coins out.
When they had lived in the thatched hut, Sun Family had come to their home several times to search for money. She had to keep it safe.
