Chiang Xiao nudged Liu Caiyun with her shoulder, forcing her to step aside.
However, the more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed. After walking a bit further, she asked, "Grandpa, why did Liu Caiyun say that you gave up a good future and good days for my sake? Was there something that happened back then?"
Chiang Songhai immediately shook his head, "Don't listen to her nonsense! There was nothing of the sort. Grandpa can't do much; I'm just a rural person, a farmer who isn't even that good at farming. What kind of future could I have had?"
"But she wouldn't have said that for no reason, right?"
"Who knows with her. Let's not talk about her. Look, we've reached Uncle Yang's place."
Uncle Yang was the owner of the oxcart they had rented.
Renting the oxcart for a day cost three yuan, and when Uncle Yang saw Chiang Xiao taking out the money, he said with a smile, "Brother, it looks like this young lady is still the head of your household."
