Yan Qiu silently handed over a plain handkerchief.
The sky-blue handkerchiefs, folded neatly, were purchased by Shuiqing and had no markings on them; everyone used the same ones.
Each person washes their own, so there's no confusion. Even if there is confusion, it doesn't matter, since there's no difference anyway.
Ling Ran paused for a moment, his slender body stiffening, his well-defined fingers hesitant to reach out and take it.
Yan Qiu didn't point it out, but went along with it, saying, "It's really uncomfortable if charcoal ash gets in your eyes. You'll feel better if you wipe them."
The end of the year is approaching, and the Spring Festival is a time for family reunions.
Her parents, younger brother, and younger sister were all with her.
Bai Ziqian used to clamor to go out and see the world, earn money and prove himself. Now, although he also lives here, he is completely different from Ling Ran.
He has parents who truly love him, a powerful and wealthy family, and he has confidence, a way out, and plenty of love.
But Ling Ran alone had nothing.
She had never experienced the pain of being alone far from home, missing her parents and home, but just thinking about it made her realize how unbearable it must have been.
Ling Ran pursed her lips, raised her hand to take the clean and tidy handkerchief from her side, and put it over her eyes.
He closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, he said in a low, hoarse voice, "The handkerchief is dirty, I'll wash it and return it to you."
Yan Qiu thought he still needed it, so she smiled and replied, "Mother bought a lot, you don't need to pay it back, just use it."
Everyone has this handkerchief; we all have the same one. What's the point of returning a handkerchief?
Ling Ran's long, slender hands gripped the plain handkerchief, tightening their grip subtly.
The little incident didn't affect the overall atmosphere, and everyone ate their fill amidst the noise and chatter.
I was afraid of indigestion after eating, so I didn't go to sleep immediately.
The younger Fan He and Fan Hu tidied the table, while Bai Ziqian and Fan Jiang washed the dishes and cups.
Ling Ran went to check on the livestock.
Yan Qiu and Xing Hui each started a fire and boiled hawthorn water, which was sweet and sour, delicious, and helped with digestion. It was perfect to drink after a meal.
Shui Qing then discussed matters with Fan Jin.
Fan Jin hesitated for a long time, then lowered his head and said softly, "I told the elders in the village before that we could trade our rabbits for old hens, and we agreed to trade one pound for one pound."
Shui Qing listened quietly without interrupting.
Local free-range hens are very expensive in China, because Chinese factory-farmed chickens grow quickly and their meat is tough and not nearly as tasty as free-range chickens that are raised on rice.
But rabbits are more expensive here because they are rare.
Every household has an old hen, and the old hen can hatch chicks, ensuring a continuous supply.
But rabbits are not common, especially fat rabbits.
Her family isn't at a disadvantage, and neither are the villagers who have been replaced. So why are some people still dissatisfied?
Looking for trouble?
How do you find fault?
Fan Jin gritted his teeth and said, "It's Mother. She found out that our rabbits had babies and said she wants to come and exchange them."
They didn't hide it; other families in the village also knew that their rabbits had given birth. Everyone was overjoyed and eagerly awaiting the rabbits to grow up before exchanging them.
Only his mother said that once the nest was ready, she would come to change it.
The other families in the village weren't less clever than his mother, nor were they incapable of thinking of such a thing. It's just that everyone knew that exchanging one pound for another pound was already taking advantage of his family, so they all tacitly waited for the rabbits to grow up before exchanging them again.
But his mother didn't care about anything else; all she thought about was how to earn more money.
Moreover, this rabbit couldn't possibly be one his mother wanted to raise; it must have been given to his older brother's family as a replacement.
Shuiqing: It's her mother-in-law. No wonder Fan Jin hesitated to speak.
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