"Why don't…" Zhao Baolin looked at the tearing Chai Hong and thought for a while before deciding to ask something.
But before he finished his sentence, Chai Hong shook her head vehemently. "Take it! Take it all! Regardless, we must not be a stumbling block on our child's path to happiness! I'm just unwilling to part with it and a bit sad. Don't care about me. I'll be fine after crying for a while."
Zhao Baolin sighed, somewhat at a loss for words.
Chai Hong cried until night fell. Her heart pained for the money, but she was more worried about the future. After all, how could the living be without money? Money in a farming village worked differently from the city, where a salary was banked in every month. Farmers solely relied on the staple food they sold at the end of each year, having one sum of money banked in annually. In the middle of the year, it would be difficult to find any additional income, very difficult…
