Jiang Jinxiu then realized that Jiang Jinhua didn't have a single penny on her hands.
He went shopping alone today. She forgot to give him pocket money. Judging from his appearance, he probably saw something he wanted to buy but couldn't.
Jiang Jinxiu generously took out a dollar from her pocket and put it in his hand: "Here, this is your pocket money. Use it up first, then we'll talk about it later. Don't spend it recklessly."
Jiang Jinhua looked at the one yuan in her palm and pleaded with Jiang Jinxiu again, "Sister, can you give me more?"
Jiang Jinxiu looked at him suspiciously: "How many do you want?"
Jiang Jinhua raised a finger. Before Jiang Jinxiu could speak, Mo Caixia, who was standing to the side, exclaimed in surprise, "You want to ask your sister for a hundred yuan?"
"No, no, no, it's not one hundred, it's ten yuan."
"What do you need so much money for?" Money is precious these days. Jiang Jinxiu isn't afraid of Jiang Jinhua spending money, but she is afraid of him spending it recklessly.
Jiang Jinhua leaned close to Jiang Jinxiu's ear and whispered, "Sister, I bought a ceramic jar on the black market today and borrowed ten yuan from A-Liang. I want to pay him back."
Where is the stuff?
Jiang Jinhua lifted the black cloth bag in his hand.
Jiang Jinxiu grabbed it and confirmed it was a jar. "Let me take a look when I get back."
Jiang Jinhua did not disagree.
Finally, Jiang Jinxiu gave Jiang Jinhua a large sum of money and a small coin.
The large bill was for him to return to Gu Xiliang, and the loose change was for him to keep for himself.
Gu Xichen watched from the side without saying anything; most of the money was earned by his wife.
He roughly calculated that, including the money he had given his wife before, she should have several thousand yuan with her.
Unfortunately, Jiang Jinxiu didn't hear his thoughts, otherwise she might have told him.
He underestimated it.
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