After Xia Jing finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.
Before she stepped out of the hospital gate, she suddenly turned around and said quietly, "Just think of it as being for Qiao Xiang and Qiao Yu."
Xia Zhao quickly picked up the banknotes on the table and threw them on Xia Jing's back.
"Who wants your dirty money?"
"Take your filthy money and get out!"
Xia Jing glanced at Xia Zhi and his mother indifferently, and left the courtyard with a confident look as if she was a winner in life.
Xia Zhi slowly squatted down and picked up the banknotes on the ground one by one.
Xia Zhao was so angry that he snatched the money from Xia Zhi's hand.
“Don’t pick it up!”
Xia Zhi raised her head with tears on her face, looked at Xia Zhao, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Zhao, go and accompany Xia Tian."
"Mom, she is your sister?"
Xia Zhi reached out and hugged Xia Zhao, as if he wanted to draw strength from his son to fight against the world.
"Xiao Zhao, she is not my sister." Xia Zhi hugged Xia Zhao's small body and said in a choked voice: "You and Xiaotian are the last relatives that Mom has in this world."
When her grandparents were alive, Xia Zhi felt that they were her relatives.
Later, her grandparents passed away, and Xia Zhi no longer had any relatives in this world.
But now it’s different, her Xia Zhao and Xia Tian are also her relatives.
Regardless of their father, Xia Zhao and Xia Tian are just her children.
"Mom, Xiaotian and I will always be with you."
"Don't be afraid, and don't abandon us."
"Mom, Xiaotian and I don't want to be orphans."
Tears flickered in Xia Zhi's eyes. She reached out and gently stroked Xia Zhao's face, saying softly, "How could you become orphans? You have me! I will be with you."
She had been weak, fearful, desperate and helpless.
But now, she won't.
She had already experienced the darkest days of her life.
From then on, her world was bright.
After Ye Linlang returned from Xia Zhi's house, she went straight to the stone mill in the backyard.
Chen Xuelan and Ye Linlang were working together to grind the beans.
Qiao Ci also wanted to help, but after turning around a few times, she became dizzy.
If Qiao Ci was like this, let alone Tong Jiaojiao who had never even seen a stone mill.
Put the soaked soybeans one by one into the grinding mill, add water and grind them into soy milk.
The slightly yellow soy milk flows through the small channel on the millstone wall into the mill ditch below and finally into a wooden barrel.
"Auntie Lan, I'm coming."
Seeing that Chen Xuelan was sweating profusely, Ye Linlang volunteered to take a wooden stick from Chen Xuelan's hand, supported one end of the millstone, and pushed the millstone to turn.
There are several types of stone mills, some large and some small.
Some millstones and rollers were powered by water, while others were powered by horses, oxen, or screws.
The stone mill is a bit heavy for Ye Linlang's age.
After she ground it a few times, Qiao Nian sent Ye Linlang to boil the pot so that the soy milk would be ready soon.
"Linlang, let me help you."
Tong Jiaojiao, who had lived in Zijing City since childhood, was attracted by the atmosphere of life here as soon as she arrived in the imperial capital.
Although she couldn't help much, she always followed Ye Linlang and helped her.
"Linlang, are we going to make tofu pudding later?"
Ye Linlang nodded as she washed the iron pot, "Yes, not only do we have to make tofu pudding, we also have to make tofu."
She had just seen Chen Xuelan wash the wooden box used to press tofu and place it by the well to bask in the sun.
"Is tofu pudding sweet? Or salty?" Tong Jiaojiao asked curiously because she had never eaten it before.
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