Li Qiao had officially finished her confinement, no longer spending all her days in bed. When the baby was asleep, she would pick up the books she had read before and flip through them.
Old Mrs. Qin did not go to the garment workshop that day, choosing instead to stay home with the child.
Around noon, Qin Jin returned from outside and inquired, "Have Qiaoqiao and Second Sister left?"
Qin Jin, "They have left."
"Has Li Jinhua woken up? I heard from Jin that smelling the Poppy Anesthetic can make a person drowsy, won't she go mad from eating a handful of it?" Old Mrs. Qin was somewhat worried. If someone went mad in Beijing, wouldn't the people in her hometown village say they neglected to take good care of her? It wouldn't be good for their reputation either.
"Who cares if she goes mad or not," Qin Jin said indifferently.
Old Mrs. Qin, "Why would someone target Li Jinhua, a stranger in a strange place, and feed her a handful of drugs?"
