After the two of them left, Song Yuehua called Song Xiaocao over and comforted her, "Don't be angry, let's take a look at the dowry."
"Um."
Song Yuehua put the half piece of cloth and the makeup box sent by Jiang Mei into the camphorwood box, "This box is insect-proof. I'm giving you two. If you have any personal things in the future, just put them in it."
"When new cotton comes out, I'll make a few more cotton quilts for you..."
Song Xiaocao stroked the box that exuded the scent of camphor wood.
This is her box.
Seeing her reluctance, Song Yuehua asked, "How about I deliver the box to Zhou's house first?"
Song Xiaocao quickly let go of her hand, "No need, it's just the first time I own something of my own, I'm very happy..."
Seeing Song Xiaocao's red eyes, Song Yuehua didn't know what to say.
Rather than saying that she is like grass, it is better to say that she is like duckweed. She stays wherever she floats to, and is blown away by the wind and carried away by the water, never having her own way.
Liu Xue got engaged, and Song Yuehua gave her gold jewelry as a dowry.
After all, Song Xiaocao was married off from her own family. Although she would not be given gold jewelry, she would definitely have to be given some dowry.
Now, apart from the two wooden boxes that I gave her, there is also the half piece of cloth and the makeup box that Jiang Mei gave her.
Song Xiaocao worked with Grandma Mu to make shoes, and she should have earned some money, but it was not enough.
Originally, Song Yuehua was thinking about getting something big to liven up the occasion.
Now that I think about it, maybe these are not what Song Xiaocao really needs.
"Xiaocao, can you raise chickens?" Song Yuehua asked.
Song Xiaocao didn't understand and just replied, "I take care of the chickens at home."
"That's good." Song Yuehua had an idea in mind.
After dinner that day, Song Yuehua came to Ji's house.
Several students who rented the room had already lit the lamps. Granny Mu and Tang Yuan were sitting in the yard talking, while Wang Xiaoye was sitting next to them weaving a bamboo basket.
"Sister Song." Tang Yuan was the first to see Song Yuehua.
Grandma Mu smiled and said, "Dear guest."
Wang Xiaoye quickly stood up, dusted off his body and said, "Miss Song, please sit down. I'll pour you a cup of tea."
"Not busy," Song Yuehua asked, "I came here today to ask you something."
"you say."
"Do you have the deed to Ren Xiaoxi's house?" Song Yuehua asked.
Wang Xiaoye nodded, "Yes."
When Ren Xiaoxi left, he never planned to come back.
At that time, time was tight and there was no time to deal with the house, so I had to hand over the title deed and keys to Wang Xiaoye.
Let her rent it or sell it, and if the money can be brought, give it to her.
"That's great, sell it to me," said Song Yuehua.
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