On the day of Yang's funeral in Lingnan Village, there was no banquet or white banners, and the place was unusually quiet.

Qiu Dayong and his wife completely shirked all responsibility; aside from mourning, they didn't concern themselves with anything else.

Qiu Dazhi was usually aloof and distant from the villagers.

Qiu Dayu found several familiar friends, including Zhao Chuan and Zhao Yi, and they carried the coffin to the cemetery.

Qiu Dayong's family, along with Qiu Dazhi, followed behind.

After burying Yang, Qiu Dayu thanked his friends profusely, and after they left, he prepared to depart as well.

Before leaving, he took out five taels of silver and placed it in Qiu Dazhi's palm.

"Fourth Brother, keep this money for your tuition. You can pay me back when you have the money. I have to go to Baiyang later, so I'll be going now."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Qiu Dazhi froze slightly. Only then did he realize that dignity and face were not as real as family and money.

He had no money, and nobody respected him.

"There is a golden house in books," Qiu Dazhi thought, and at this moment, his determination to study hard became even stronger.

The Qiu family stared intently at the money in Qiu Dazhi's hand, their eyes filled with envy.

Qiu Dazhi noticed their envious looks, turned around, jogged a few steps, and caught up with Qiu Dayu. "Fifth brother, thank you."

The fact that his fourth brother suddenly thanked him made Qiu Dayu feel a little uncomfortable.

He scratched his head. "Hey, brother, no need for thanks."

Qiu Dazhi: "Yes, we're brothers. I'm also going to Baiyang today, could you give me a ride?"

His mother died, and he had a complete falling out with his third brother and his wife. His former home no longer gave him a sense of belonging.

He was going to Baiyang to find his sister and pay her back the money.

"Of course. Let's go to Baiyang together."

Qiu Huihui took off her mourning clothes, feeling extremely dissatisfied. "My uncle is so biased. Father, the three of you were all born of the same mother. Why is my uncle so good to my fourth uncle, but treats us like this?"

Madam Qian pouted: "It's all because of your father. I told him a long time ago that he should get along well with that brat Qiu Dayu, but he just wouldn't listen. Every time he sees your uncle, he can't stand him."

Qiu Dayong was also furious. He had given Qiu Dayu the money, and Qiu Dayu would have to ask for it back, but he was willing to give it to Qiu Dazhi.

"Hmph, what an ingrate! Our mother shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place."

"..."

As Qiu Dayu emerged from the cemetery and finally found some peace, he noticed a beautiful young woman gazing at him from a distance.

The weather was a bit cold at the beginning of the year, and Zhao Yuanyuan couldn't help but hunch her body.

Qiu Dayu jogged up to her, looking at her frozen little face, "It's so cold, Yuanyuan, what brings you here?"

Previously, Qiu Dayu only considered Zhao Yuanyuan as his friend.

He has always treated his friends well.

But now that he knows how she feels about him, he feels a little awkward when he faces her.

"I've come to find you to go to Baiyang together." After saying this, Zhao Yuanyuan turned her gaze to Qiu Dazhi, who was following closely behind.

Compared to before, his eyes no longer held arrogance, but instead had a more scholarly air, making him much more pleasing to the eye.

"Okay, let's do it together." With his business finished, it was time for Qiu Dayu to get to work.

After saying that, he said to Qiu Dazhi, "Fourth Brother, go home and pack your things first, and wait for me at the village entrance."

"Okay." Qiu Dazhi nodded and walked home.

Qiu Dayu and Zhao Yuanyuan walked side by side. In Zhao Yuanyuan's heart, there was both bitterness and sweetness.

"Brother Dayu, where are we going now?"

"Let's go to your house."

"My home?"

"That's right, I still haven't paid back the money I owe your dad."

"So that's what it is." Zhao Yuanyuan was a little discouraged, but she still mustered up her courage and asked in a low voice, "Brother Dayu, do you have someone you like?"