Last time it was over three hundred coins, this time it's over six hundred coins, which adds up to almost one tael of silver.
Once, he overheard her chatting with her sister about wanting to buy a hairpin. Aunt Ding said that her hairpin was not broken and she did not need to buy one, so she did not agree.
He had inquired with his mother and learned that a silver hairpin weighed about three or four qian (a unit of weight), and with the silversmith's wages, it would not exceed five hundred wen (another unit of currency).
He bought one for her.
Jianghehu kept asking for candy last time. She said that the five-colored sugar balls at Xu Ji Pastry Shop in Fucheng were delicious, but a bit expensive, costing seventy coins a serving.
He had made up his mind: he would buy three portions, one for Jiang Hehu, one for Yan Qiuxing to return to Wanxia, and one for her, since the weather wasn't as hot as before, so she could keep it and eat it slowly.
On another occasion, she gave Yan Qiuxing a few pieces of jujube paste cake, saying that she really liked this kind of pastry, and that her father would bring it back for her every time he went to the prefectural city.
Uncle Ding hasn't been to the prefectural city for a long time; she's probably run out of jujube paste cakes. I'll buy some to take back with me, and also some for my sister and mother...
Li Wen pulled the cart, Hu Wenhua walked on one side of the cart, thinking about what he needed to buy, while Xu Laosan and Fan Xiaoliu walked on the other side of the cart.
The streets were crowded with people, many of them dressed in rags and filth.
The three men, apart from Hu Wenhua, were dressed in clean and tidy clothes, but their clothes were patched upon patched, making them no better off than the refugees.
The villagers have indeed earned some money in the past year, which is better than before. However, in the past, life was so poor that the money they earned had to be used to build houses, buy gray tiles, store grain and coarse salt, and purchase farm tools, pots and pans, and other necessities. In the end, very little of it would be left for themselves, to the point that they had nothing.
Fabric has always been a scarce and expensive commodity. Most families only buy a new set of clothes every few years, discarding the old ones for their younger children, and so on down the line. In the end, the clothes worn by the children were no different from rags.
Fan Xiaoliu's clothes were just like that; the hem of his short jacket was torn into frayed pieces, and the elbows and knees were so badly patched that they were clearly exposed.
Fortunately, he wasn't a girl, otherwise, with his elbows and knees sticking out, what kind of reputation would he have?
He didn't care and followed behind Li Wenxu's third brother, Hu Wenhua, excitedly saying, "My mother told me to buy some cloth to make me a new dress! I'll wear it when I go on blind dates!"
In the first half of the year, their family planted potatoes with their second cousin. They had enough food to eat and didn't need to buy any. Most of the money they earned from delivering potatoes to Master Bai was used to buy coarse salt and farm tools. Their mother kept the rest, saying she would save it for him to find a wife.
If he were to look at someone, he would need a new set of clothes, and he now has new clothes to wear!
Upon hearing the word "matchmaking," Xu Laosan's eyes lit up, and he teased, "You're already looking for a match? I remember you're only sixteen, right?"
"Well, my mother said it's already September, and the New Year is just around the corner. I'll be seventeen by then, and if I don't find someone I like, I'll be a year older. I need to start early, or all the good ones will be taken." Fan Xiaoliu didn't mention that his mother also said that if he didn't start looking for a girl early, and other girls didn't like him, it would be even harder for him to find someone as old as he got. He'd end up a widower.
He doesn't want to be a widower!
Li Wen turned and chimed in, "We men have to get married early, otherwise, if the girls don't like you when you're older, it will be even harder to find a spouse, and you'll end up as an old widower."
Fan Xiaoliu: .....Why does Brother Li say exactly the same thing as his mother? Did Brother Li's mother say the same thing to him back then?
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