I really never asked about money before, mainly because there was nowhere to spend it. If it weren't for this time, I wouldn't have known there was so much money at home.
The next day, Zhao Qingjie and his wife came over with their two children. The pigs, chickens, and ducks can't be killed yet; we have to wait for Xiao Li to come to help sell them.
Zhao Xiaojing asked her older brother to help find the money; there was still eight hundred yuan here.
They really were the wealthiest family. But now, they are no longer a family.
The house left five hundred jins of corn, five hundred jins of wheat, and they even pushed over a hundred jins of each to older brother's place because the three of them have to eat during this period.
The pots, bowls, and pans in the house have all been packed up, and they brought the oil, salt, and other things here to eat.
Three days later, Feng Baoshan returned, and Zhao Qingxiang and his brother went to the farm headquarters to find him.
