Aunt Zhang's face turned ugly.
A young woman earned more than three taels of silver in just five months, and almost ten taels in three years! If this were Chunhua, she would never be willing to let her get married.
"Auntie, look, the inside of my clothes is made of fine cloth, and the outside is coarse cloth. It's much smoother than the linen you wear! By the way, this was also given out by the herbal medicine shop. There are also two sets for changing. I've never worn such good material in my life. Has Chunhua put it on yet?"
"Hey, Chunhua, your husband's family must have included silk in your betrothal gifts, right? Is it because they look down on my fine cotton?" Zhang Xiaocao turned to Zhang Chunhua and asked.
Zhang Chunhua's face turned pale and then red, and she gritted her teeth, unable to refute the argument.
There wasn't even a piece of linen, let alone fine cotton!
Even the ten taels of silver betrothal gift was only given to Fan Laoda's family by the kind-hearted old village chief last time; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to afford it. The silk flowers were also bought long ago. Now, Fan Dazhu is waiting for her to enter the house to serve the old man and take care of him, and he refuses to give anything more than that.
Her only advantage now is that she got married earlier than her cousin!
She and her mother had discussed this point several times, but her cousin's family remained silent, only responding when it came to making money. Did they not care at all?
How is that possible?
Which girl doesn't want to get married and have children as soon as possible...?
"Hey, Aunt Zhang, your house is so lively!" Shui Qing chimed in, her clear voice ringing out.
She had actually been listening outside the gate for quite a while—not on purpose, since the yard wasn't soundproof.
And speaking of the herbal medicine shop, we had to listen carefully.
As soon as Aunt Zhang saw Shuiqing, all her unhappiness vanished. She put on a big smile and called out in a loud voice, "Shuiqing, come in and sit down!"
"Wooden Ox, go fetch that armchair. Little Grass, go make a cup of brown sugar water!"
Upon hearing that there was brown sugar water, Aunt Zhang Chunhua's face grew even uglier. The two of them had been there for so long without having any, yet Shuiqing, an outsider, had some.
Shuiqing really doesn't like drinking brown sugar water, but it's the highest level of hospitality for women in the village. In the past, she would definitely have said no, but today...
She looked at Zhang Chunhua and the other woman, and said with a smile, "Okay, add more brown sugar, it'll taste better when it's strong."
Aunt Zhang exclaimed loudly, "We have plenty of brown sugar at home, it'll taste delicious!"
Aunt Zhang gritted her teeth when she heard that there was a lot of brown sugar.
It's unbelievable that my sister-in-law, who used to struggle to even fill her stomach, now has so much precious brown sugar at home.
Zhang Chunhua's jealousy was almost overflowing. She turned to Shui Qing and sneered, "Xiao Cao no longer works at the herbal medicine shop. You drank her family's precious brown sugar. Will she still have money to buy it?"
Shui Qing sat steadily in the armchair, raised an eyebrow at the two of them, and said casually, "Although the herbal medicine shop is closed, I plan to start making calligraphy brushes in March. That's why I came to ask her if she'd be willing."
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