Lady Yang sighed, tremblingly stood up, lifted the lid of the cauldron, and scooped out the freshly boiled hot water before tossing a handful of dried vegetable leaves and a few stick bones into it.
That was to be their family's New Year's Eve dinner. For the New Year, the third son didn't bring anything back with him, only a few stick bones. When she asked for his wages, he said he had fallen sick in town and spent it all.
Lady Yang sighed, if it's gone, then it's gone; one couldn't possibly let a sick son not see a doctor.
As for Boss, in the past, in order to settle things regarding Lin Yongle, he had made extensive use of silver, and his wages had all gone to paying off debts. It was necessary to pay them off, for several creditors were blockading the door for their silver, and Boss did not want to be the village's laughingstock.
With no silver, they could only make do with such meals.
