At nightfall, Qiao Duo'er was very alert.
After this period of recovery, her stomach no longer hurt as it did before, but there was still some mild discomfort that was enough to affect her sleep.
Tan Zhenghong held his wife's soft body in his arms, gently rubbing her lower abdomen with his big hand.
"Wife, I'll go look for a suitable homestead plot in the village tomorrow,"
Tan Zhenghong suddenly said.
Given the attitude of his third brother and father toward Qiao Duo'er today, he no longer wanted to live here and unnecessarily let his wife feel wronged.
Qiao Duo'er calculated that in the village, a homestead plot could vary from five to Twenty Taels of Silver, depending mainly on the size and location.
Now she had over thirty taels of silver, the homestead plot would definitely be the finest, probably costing around seventeen or eighteen taels.
Building a house would be a bit tight, but they always had an income coming in, so the pressure wasn't too great.
