Mrs. Wang came to Mr. Zhang's house with a hairpin in hand and a smile on her face: "Um... can you exchange it for some food?"

The housekeeper looked at her with disdain, and she obediently handed over the gold hairpin.

The housekeeper's eyes lit up at first, then he took a closer look, and suddenly his eyes became full of disdain, and he threw the hairpin to the ground.

"You dare to fool me with a fake? I think you don't want to live anymore."

Wang Po was stunned. She picked up the hairpin and started to curse: "Don't talk nonsense here. This hairpin is a gift from my daughter-in-law. She is a lady from an official family. How can you..."

"Shut up!"

The housekeeper was so annoyed by this idiot that he snatched the hairpin away, broke it violently, and threw it to the ground in disgust: "Look at it yourself, it's gold wrapped in silver. If it were in normal times, it would be worth a few taels of silver, but now, with food so scarce, it can't even be exchanged for a pound."

Mrs. Wang collapsed to the ground, staring at the hairpin in her hand and began to curse: "You conscienceless thing, how dare you fool me with a fake product, wuwuwu... I will definitely peel off your skin..."

Zhang Fuhu roared from the carriage: "Are you fucking crying? Get away from me!"

Mrs. Wang looked around and immediately came up with an idea. She knelt on the ground and began to kowtow.

"Master Zhang, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. You have a kind heart like a bodhisattva, so you should accumulate merits and virtues for future generations. Please have mercy on us and give us something to eat."

This sentence successfully angered Mr. Zhang. You know, he is now 36 years old, has six daughters and no sons.

He lifted the car curtain: "What do you mean? Are you saying that I don't do good deeds? I can't give birth to a son?"

Mrs. Wang paused in her tears and quickly shook her head. A light bulb went off in her head: "That's not what I meant, Mr. Zhang. You may not know, but in our farming family, there's a saying: If you're hoping for a son, you might as well adopt one first. Within three years, you'll be blessed with a son."