The next day, the sky was overcast, and a gentle spring rain fell, as soft and fine as silk threads, inaudible as it lightly drizzled. Carried by strands of the spring breeze, it blew away the remnants of the harsh winter.
"Little sister, where did all these silver notes come from? Although we don't have much silver, every piece we've earned has been gained through honest hard work. Come on, Xuxu, we must return this to whoever it belongs to!" Feng Xi grabbed the silver notes with one hand and pulled Feng Xuxu's arm with the other, heading outside without giving her a chance to explain.
"Big brother, listen to me!" Feng Xuxu pulled at her brother's sleeve with her other hand, helplessly looking at him. While others might hide such a windfall, her brother, on the contrary, pushed it away.
"Speak," Feng Xi let go of Feng Xuxu and sat down on a chair in the hall, puffing with anger and giving her a look that said he would be upset if she did not explain the origin of the money.
