Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm-Chapter 628: : Here, Pocket Money

Chapter 628 -628: Here, Pocket Money

“Dad sometimes gets confused and can’t remember the accounts. You should take over this task.” Zhuang Lühe can’t read, but she can do math, and her calculations are always clear.

Qiao Xiaomai dislikes doing the accounts, and since she’s married, she hands this task over to Zhuang Lühe.

“No, no.” Zhuang Lühe still refused.

Qiao Xiaomai has managed everything in this house seamlessly, and Zhuang Lühe does not interfere, she does not interfere at all.

Seeing Zhuang Lühe violently shaking her head, almost waking Qiao Dami in her arms, Qiao Xiaomai dropped the subject.

Zhuang Lühe still couldn’t face the gaze of their fellow villagers.

What’s the big deal?

Look at that shrew from the Sun Family who’s been a bandit for over ten years, but still arrogantly stands with her hands on her hips when she sees the villagers.

The key to getting by in this world is having a thick skin.

Can other people’s views lose you a slice of bread or a bit of money?

Since they can’t, why care?

Your life is smooth, those who gossip are just jealous!

“It’s late, Dad, Mom, you guys should sleep too.” Tong Sanlang spoke up, “You’ll wake up once we arrive in County Town.”

“You two have also been on the road for a day, let me drive the cart and you can sleep first.” Qiao Changshun said.

“No need, I’m not tired, Dad, you go sleep.” Qiao Xiaomai chimed in.

She and Tong Sanlang are both good at staying up late.

“Alright then.” Seeing this, Qiao Changshun didn’t push.

He hadn’t rested well these two days, he cried too hard when he was hugging Zhuang Lühe earlier, now a wave of exhaustion is flooding over him.

Zhuang Luhe was also tired, but she couldn’t sleep while holding Qiao Dami.

Once she took the step of eloping, there was no turning back.

Now Qiao Xiaomai and Qiao Dami both want her to live, so she will live. When they no longer need her, then she can die.

Eloping … it’s a dead end.

She shouldn’t have stepped onto this path in the first place.

Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang drove the oxcart together, a lantern hanging by each of their sides, traveling along the path in this silent night. fгeewebnovёl.com

The two of them remained silent. After slowly traveling for nearly three hours, they finally arrived near Huai’an County.

With an hour left before the city gate opens, they sat on the cart and took a brief nap. The city gate opened before dawn broke, waking up Zhuang Lühe and Qiao Changshun.

They switched places with Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai, driving the cart while the latter two slept.

When they arrived at Bailu Town just before noon, they all entered Jiweiju to eat.

After lunch, Qiao Xiaomai and Zhuang Lühe went shopping for clothes.

Although they had fabric at home, it still needed to be made, so buying ready-made clothes was more convenient.

In addition to clothes, Qiao Xiaomai also bought many tonics. Zhuang Lühe was so skinny she looked like a refugee, she needed to build up her strength.

Zhuang Lühe followed behind Qiao Xiaomai, heart beating fast as she watched the latter spend money recklessly.

That was too extravagant!

She’d never even dreamed of such a scene!

Qiao Xiaomai caught sight of her expression and stuffed a note into her pocket, “Here’s some spending money, Mom, buy whatever you want.”

She’d always been the one in charge of family finances, even after getting married. She kept all the land deeds and banknotes, only leaving a few dozen copper coins for Qiao Changshun to pay the workers.

Even now, with money in hand, it was impossible for the thrifty Qiao Changshun to go shopping freely in the town.

Zhuang Lühe had never seen a hundred-tael banknote in her life. When Qiao Xiaomai stuffed one in her pocket, she was so startled that she almost dropped the Qiao Dami in her arms.

But Qiao Dami calmly picked up the banknote, folded it, and stuffed it back into Zhuang Lühe’s pocket.

“Mom, take it! Big sister also gives dad and me spending money!”

[In ancient times, eloping was a dead end]