In the afternoon, Sun Erhu sneaked in.
"It's a critical time now, and your coming here could ruin the play we've put on," Chen Yiling warned. Was this blockhead out of his mind?
With a pained expression, Sun Erhu said, "At least leave me something. My wife and I don't have any rice, flour, or shovel, and we can't even afford to eat."
It wasn't that he wanted to come here, but that he wouldn't survive if he didn't.
"Go borrow from someone else's house, the sorrier you look, the better," Qiao Duo'er suggested a plan.
Erhu's eyes brightened, and he hurriedly went out to scrounge and borrow from here and there.
Everyone felt sympathy for Sun Erhu; to Lady Qin, one hundred taels was nothing, so why couldn't she spare Erhu?
Wasn't this driving people to their deaths?
Many people gave Sun Erhu something, more or less, but the Lin Family's door remained tightly closed.
"Today I am in trouble, and you turn a blind eye. When I make it big, don't come asking favors from me!"
