"Mother, how's your cotton-padded jacket?"
Dong Shuangyan's eyes lit up when she spoke of this. "I've already figured out the steps for removing the seeds. I've found a lot of women to help me weave, and I'm sure we'll see results soon."
"Mom," he shook his head slightly, heading in the direction his scumbag father had gone.
"Didn't he say anything?"
Dong Shuangyan said disdainfully, "I'm using my own dowry, what does it have to do with him?"
The scumbag dad who left felt more and more aggrieved the more he thought about it.
The son was disobedient and talked back to his father, and his wife became increasingly cold towards him.
He thought that he could dislike Dong Shuangyan, but Dong Shuangyan could not act as if she didn't care whether he was there or not.
He called over the servants and asked, "What has Madam been doing these days?"
The servant explained respectfully.
"What is she doing with that flower? How can she make clothes with that flower? That's ridiculous!" The scumbag dad's first reaction was to scold him.
Then he asked his servant to bring the household account book.
After looking carefully, I found that there was nothing unusual in the household account books.
After asking around, he found out that Dong Shuangyan used her own dowry.
She even used her dowry to buy a lot of cloth that he had saved but couldn't sell.
He was both happy and unhappy.
While walking and stopping, he originally wanted to go to another concubine's room and passed by Shen Xiaoniang.
Seeing Shen Xiaoniang talking to her son tenderly in the yard, he walked in with an idea.
Seeing the visitor, Shen Xiaoniang was surprised and saluted respectfully, "Master."
An Chunming pursed his lips, lowered his head and said, "Dad."
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