"Xiao Fang, were you able to borrow the money?"
The next day, Pang Xiaofang returned to her parents' home in Qili Village.
The moment Pang Xiaofang returned, the Pang family quickly gathered around her.
Seeing the desperate looks on her parents', older brother's, sister-in-law's, and nephew's faces, Pang Xiaofang sighed and gently shook her head.
"What? Why couldn't you borrow it?" Pang Xiaofang's sister-in-law, Liu Dan Ni, grew anxious. "Didn't you say that woman in your village, Su Qing, has money? She got five hundred yuan when her family split up! Out of five hundred yuan, can't she spare three hundred for our emergency?"
"Exactly," Old Mrs. Pang added anxiously. "Back when that girl's family split, didn't your husband go and help mediate for her? For that favor alone, she should have lent you the money."
Pang Xiaofang's nephew, Pang Baozhu, also chimed in, "Auntie, if you can't borrow the money, I'm done for. You can't let me get crippled!"
