Although Wang Wenfang was a bit lazy, it was only because Zhong Lingling liked her brother that she deliberately slacked off and didn't do any work.
She used to do chores like laundry and cooking at home, so she naturally knew that wet firewood was not only difficult to light, but also prone to smoking even if it was lit.
The original Yang Wanqiu might not have known this, but now that she has been struggling to survive under her stepmother for more than half a year, and having been a proper farm wife for several years in her previous life, how could she not understand?
She simply didn't want Wang Wenfang to enter her woodshed, so upon hearing this, she could only feign helplessness and sigh, "I know this damp firewood is hard to burn, but I have no choice. I haven't been able to go out to collect firewood during this time because I'm recovering from my injury."
The past few days were alright; even without a fire, we could manage with extra blankets at night. But today is different. In this weather, if we don't light a fire, we'll truly freeze to death.
"But even so, you can't burn wet firewood, it won't light! Why don't you come stay at my place tonight, Sister Wanqiu? My kang (heated brick bed) isn't big, but it won't be too crowded for two people..."
Wang Wenfang's words became less and less confident. After all, she was still living in Zhong Lingling's house as a dependent, and she felt it was inappropriate to bring people back to live there without saying a word.
Yang Wanqiu naturally saw Wang Wenfang's predicament. Besides, it wasn't that she was truly without firewood, and after what had just happened that morning, she didn't want to see Zhong Lingling's expression. However, while refusing Wang Wenfang, Yang Wanqiu didn't forget to sow discord between her and Zhong Lingling, and also to establish a kind and understanding persona in front of Wang Wenfang.
So she smiled and said, "No, thank you for your kindness, Wenfang. But that house belongs to Zhong Lingling after all. Given her relationship with Chen Shuning, she would probably be unhappy if she knew you were taking me back. Wenfang, I really don't want you to be in a difficult position."
Just as Yang Wanqiu had predicted, Wang Wenfang felt deeply moved by Yang Wanqiu's thoughtfulness and dragged the firewood she was carrying into Yang Wanqiu's house. She even turned back to help drag the bundle of firewood that Yang Wanqiu was carrying into the house as well.
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