"It's because there's not enough duck down. It's fine for our own use, but we can't sell it in large quantities." As she spoke, she looked out of the village. The duck farm that she had asked Jiang to help build should be almost finished.

After sewing the little clothes in my hands, I'll give each one to the little girl as a Buddhist statue.

She walked towards the farm.

Madam Feng stared at the remaining amount of down feathers.

A smile appeared on his lips.

Everyone has a few people they care about.

Xiao Ya has what Fu Tu has, and so can Cai Ke from her family.

Holding the fabric, stuffing the down feathers inside, Madam Feng sewed it up stitch by stitch.

Lu Wujiu stood in the courtyard.

Futu, who was reciting his lessons with the old scholar Su, saw him and immediately walked towards him: "Are you still trying to drag this out?"

"Let's go!" Lu Wujiu sat calmly in the study.

"Where's my father!" Lu Futu asked immediately after closing the door.

Lu Wujiu reached out and touched his face, then slowly removed the mask.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Guo Shu's voice came through: "Young master, the eldest mistress just said that you should go to the grave to burn paper money when you have time and tell the deceased about the family's affairs."

Fu Tu replied, his gaze still fixed on Lu Wujiu.

Lu Wujiu tore off a corner of his mask and paused for a moment.

He stared at Futu and suddenly said, "Are you the one selling the black pills in the county?" "Yes, I am!" Futu glanced at Lu Wujiu.

He had people monitoring him, so how could he not know what he had done?

Why ask again?

“Your mother went to the brothel yesterday,” Lu Wujiu added.

Futu's eyes widened: "What did you say?"

He immediately realized: "Yesterday you had someone lure me out of the brothel. Chen Jing said a woman was peeping at him and another woman having sex, and that woman was..."

Lu Wujiu said, "Tell your mother what you've been doing as soon as possible, or you'll be in trouble if she finds out!"