Kang Yuanhua deliberately swayed a few times, and Kang Youping quickly supported him, "Son, are you okay? You must be hungry. It's all Dad's fault for letting our food get soaked in water.
You must not get into any trouble, your grandmother and I are counting on you to pass the imperial examination, become an official, and bring honor to our family."
Kang Yuanhua replied weakly, "Dad, I don't blame you. I blame God. If I fall ill tomorrow morning, you can follow the clan leader and the village head to the county and leave me on the side of the road to fend for myself."
Kang Youping pretended to cry, "Son, it's all because of your father's incompetence. If anything happens to you, what will happen to our family in the future? Who will fight for your grandmother's life?"
Among her grandchildren, Zhao loved Kang Yuanhua the most. "Yuanhua, are you okay? What's wrong with you?"
"Grandma, I'm fine. I'm just tired and hungry from walking so much, and I feel weak all over. Grandma, am I going to die?"
"Pfft, pfft, don't talk nonsense." Zhao touched her empty stomach. Not only Kang Yuanhua was hungry, but she was hungry too. She took out more than 20 coins from her pocket and handed them to Kang Youping, "Go buy Yuanhua some mixed flour buns."
Then he quickly explained, "I've saved this money for a long time, it's all I have, so please don't buy anything recklessly."
He had put in such a hard-earned effort to put on such a performance, but in the end he only earned a little over 20 wen, which Kang Youping felt was not worth it. "Mom, there are so many disaster victims in Daji Town, and the price of food has increased several times. This little money is not enough."
"Twenty-something cents and you can't even buy two mixed-flour buns? Are you kidding me?"
Two? It turned out that he didn't even get one. Kang Youping felt even more unfair. "I can't buy steamed buns with this little money anyway. If you have the ability, go buy them for me."
Food prices had indeed risen considerably; a mixed-wheat bun cost four cents. Kang Youping, hoping to earn more money running errands, took advantage of Zhao's ignorance of the town's current market conditions.
Zhao was tired and hungry and didn't want to move. She turned her back and took out a small cloth bag from her bosom. She quickly took out a small piece of silver, hid the cloth bag, and turned to hand it to Kang Youping, "This is enough!"
Kang Youping weighed the silver and estimated that there was only one qian. "This is not enough. A steamed bun costs dozens of wen."
Zhao could guess a little bit about her son's plan. "Ten cents a poplar tree, I can buy a lot with the money I gave you. If you don't want to go, I can find someone else to buy it for me."
Kang Youping quickly stuffed the money into his arms and stood up reluctantly, "Alright, I'll go. You're my mother after all."
Gu trotted over to catch up with Kang Youping and walked with him to the town. "Husband, I just saw Yueran buying snacks for Yuanhao.
"Yue Ran is so bold in spending money, she must have more than the twenty taels of silver our mother gave her. I heard that she is going to live in the capital, so she probably has more than a hundred taels of silver."
"Do you dare to ask for it? Otherwise, what's the point of thinking about it?"
"Since the family has split up, we definitely can't ask for it, but mom can. Even if the family splits up, mom is still her biological grandmother."
With the clan leader and the village head protecting her, Zhao Shi didn't dare act recklessly. "Mother won't go."
Gu continued to give advice, "What if all of mother's money is really lost?" Zhao didn't force Kang Yueran to death, and a big reason for this was that Zhao had the money in her hands.
"How can it really be lost..." Kang Youping stopped talking halfway. It's okay if it's really lost, but the silver has to be thrown into his arms.
Thinking of the scene where Zhao turned her back to touch the silver, Kang Youping's eyes warmed up. "Let's talk about it tonight!"
When they arrived in the town, Kang Youping and Gu each ate two bowls of noodles with meat, and finally bought four steamed buns and returned to the south gate.
Because there were so many people, the noise outside the South Gate was not quiet until midnight. But the noise did not stop Zhao from snoring.
Kang Youping quietly stood up, bent over and crawled to Zhao's side. He carefully removed Zhao's hands from her chest, grabbed Zhao's clothes with one hand, and gently reached in with the other hand to take out the cloth bag containing the silver. He was so happy that he almost laughed out loud.
When he returned to the place where he had just slept, he looked around. His summer clothes were thin and he couldn't carry the silver on him. He could only hide it in the bamboo basket.
After doing these things, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gu, who had been listening with her eyes closed, opened her eyes after hearing Kang Youping's snoring.
She also quietly got up, dug a hole with a branch not far away, stole the silver that Kang Youping had hidden, and buried it in the hole.
Everyone in the village was tired and sleeping soundly, so no one noticed the couple's little movements.
The villagers didn't notice, but an old man across the street saw it clearly. Then, the old man showed a greedy smile...
Zhao woke up when she heard Kang Hong's gong sound. She stretched her stiff limbs and subconsciously touched the silver in her arms through her clothes.
She stood up suddenly, and searched herself from head to toe, checking every place where she could hide something, and looked around where she slept, but found nothing.
The silver was stolen?
Realizing this, Zhao kicked Kang Youping and said, "Tell me, did you steal my money?"
Kang Youping used a loud voice to hide his guilt, "What silver? Didn't you lose your silver a long time ago? Don't accuse me!"
Her son knew very well that her silver was not lost. When Zhao heard Kang Youping's words, she immediately realized that it was Kang Youping who stole the silver.
She grabbed Kang Youping by the collar and slapped him on the face and head with her other hand. "Are you still pretending to be nice to me? Kang Youping, you unfilial son, give me back the silver!"
After Kang Youan died, no one could make money for Zhao anymore, and the money she lost was her life.
Zhao's voice was very sharp, and many people around looked over. Kang Hong walked over and said, "What are you arguing about? Aren't you embarrassed?"
Zhao let go of Kang Youping, knelt on the ground and hugged Kang Hong's calf, "Village head, you have to take care of this for me. That unfilial Kang Youping stole my money."
Kang Hong's face flushed red, whether out of anger or shame. He tried very hard to pull his leg back from Zhao's grasp, but failed. "Let me go! Stop throwing a tantrum!"
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