Soon, it was the twelfth lunar month; the weather was gradually getting colder. Yuan Chun took out twenty yuan and bought Qian Hongmei and her two daughters each a new cotton-padded jacket and a new pair of cotton shoes.
Ma Xiangling was envious and resentful as she pouted to her mother, "Mom, the cotton-padded jacket I made last year is worn out and not warm. Could you buy me a wool coat? I heard the department store recently got a batch of wool coats; they're really pretty."
Slap slap...
Yuan Chun raised her hand and slapped her twice.
"Shameless fool, I see I've been hitting you too infrequently lately. Do you have the gall to dig your own grave? Is a wool coat something someone like you, who digs in the dirt for food, can wear?"
"You barely earn six work points a day, which isn't enough to support yourself, and you still dream of wearing a wool coat. Can you afford it? Even if I sold you, I couldn't afford a wool coat."
