Gao Suhua picked up the dustpan in the courtyard and looked toward her second daughter. "Like I said, if she asks what you're doing, just say you're helping her with her private plot."
Zhao Xiaomei picked up a scoop and filled it halfway with water from the water jar, drank it, put the ladle down with a smile, and ran off.
Zhao Xiaotao, who was sitting in the main room, felt some regret, fearing that if Luo Qiao actually bought something big, it would become Zhao Xiaomei's dowry. She stood up and walked outside as well.
Luo Qiao returned home, brought in the bupleurum that was drying, and then placed the washbasin, soap, and towel inside the house, along with placing two pairs of new shoes by the kang bedhead.
She had intentionally let the villagers see those things today and had deliberately mentioned that she had gathered medicinal herbs to deliver to the herbal store, lest her daily well-being arouse suspicion.
