At nightfall, Qin Clan sat on the edge of the bed.
"It's so late, aren't you going to sleep?" Li Er looked at Qin Clan curiously; it was time to fetch water to wash feet, wasn't it?
Qin Clan lazily lifted her eyelids, "You go fetch the water."
Li Er frowned and said, "Have you grown too big for your britches, Gua Po Niang?"
"Bigger than yours. All year round, you just tend to those few acres of land. How much silver coin do you scrape together? I earn a few hundred Wen every month in the Embroidery Room. What are you being so proud about?"
Qin Clan said proudly, sitting up straight.
When the subject of Silver came up, Li Er felt a wave of shame. After the grain was used to pay taxes and set aside for provisions, only a little more than one Tael of Silver was left.
Yet his daughter-in-law could earn Thirty Wen in just one day at the Embroidery Room.
Li Er touched his nose and obediently went to the kitchen to fetch the foot-washing water.
"The water's fetched."
