Yang Ye left, and Qiao Changsun finally let out his heartache, sitting immobile in the courtyard, feeling as if he had been hollowed out.
Qiao Dami was also a bit gloomy, silently cooking chicken feed.
Qiao Xiaomai sighed, picked up a bucket to fetch water, and watered the vegetable garden.
At such times, no comfort would work. The only option was to let the heartache slowly pass.
Qiao Changsun's lips trembled as he spoke, "Finding the person who started the fire will cost us a hundred taels. Plus, he certainly can't afford to compensate for all that wheat."
In the end, his family was just unlucky.
The heartache made him feel like he could roll on the ground in his distress!
Nearly ten thousand jin of wheat!
The wheat they had previously harvested was only left a bit for daily consumption, the rest was all sold. They had planned to use this last batch of wheat for taxes, but now they would have to buy more wheat to pay their taxes!
