Mingjing smiled, "Probably in my uncle's heart, I don't need to be affectionate to my brothers and nieces." Forget it, leave them alone. There is no impermeable wall in the world, and the person who turns back to the big house will always know where he is spending his money. "When the time comes, there will be a lot of excitement to see. I don't believe where the uncle took the silver and spent it, and the Wang family and Dalang don't care about it.

Da Lang was finally arrested and strong, and now he goes to the city to train every day, and his face is not very good when he is tired. Speaking of which, recently the auxiliary soldiers were first drawn, and now they are going to draw additional servants to suppress bandits, and there are really fewer and fewer young people in Qingxi Village. It was a matter of the past to build a house because of the loss of a big house, otherwise it would be difficult to get together manpower. If it continues, I'm afraid that the main force of farming will become a woman.

Aunt Ma nodded, "Well, I was also talking to myself by myself, and your uncle listened to it, and I also helped the two of them." You don't know how black-hearted those who put in the money are here. Jujube Flower's daughter is not yet eleven, if she is caught and sold to those dirty fields...... This can be regarded as your uncle's atonement for your grandmother's reputation for harming people's jujube flowers back then. ”

Mingjing was stunned, is there such a thing?

Aunt Ma realized that she had lost her words, after all, it was Mingjing's grandmother.

Mingjing is no wonder, but she is a little embarrassed, and she complains that her grandfather lived in the city all the year round when he was young and rarely had a home. It turns out that her grandmother is such a person, but she is in the same vein as the Wang family. Grandpa rarely returns home, so her grandmother must firmly hold the eldest son who grew up by her side, insisting that he marry his niece, and even ruin the reputation of an innocent woman. It's no wonder that a village flower can only marry a sick and wilted man later. Now that I think about it, it's a lot of money.

She went back to the house and took out the silver collar and looked at it, if this was used, it would be eight taels to the sky. plus some other small jewelry, it is only ten taels. If she wanted to renovate the inn, she still had to borrow money. But the ten taels of silver used out can't be saved at all. Tax silver or Minghao's nutrition fee for the exam, which one can she save?

The two cousins had expressed their stance before, and they could still make up a few taels of silver if they needed it. Where can the third grandfather probably borrow a few taels. and Brother Zhao should be able to borrow five taels from there. But there are more and more difficulties, after all, he is old and young, and he will soon have to add Ding. There are also expenses for a trip to the city. There is also Uncle Huang, she ran an errand for him before, and she really got to that point, and she had the shame to borrow some more. With the addition of what he has on hand, if he scrapes together, he should be able to make up fifty taels of silver. It is enough to decorate the inn with some careful planning.

Brother Ling said that he would let Wang Xuezheng move his position, and the top ten would be able to do it. But the key is to run the inn with debt, can you really make money as expected? And she wants to run the inn, so the matter of collecting medicine has to be put aside. Dad's medicine here can't be stopped, Minghao is studying for the imperial examination, and there will be more expenses in the future. It's hard! But if you don't open the inn, you won't be able to cope with the current predicament.

The next day, when Mingjing was collecting medicine, he was still thinking about it, and he didn't pay attention to the people around him who were quietly approaching him. She didn't notice until the people arrived, and the light was blocked.

"Young Master Du, are you so excited to come to the green today?" There were only four doglegs of the Du family around, and there were no other villagers. Mingjing's heart is drumming, but his face is as casual as possible. She carried the basket on her back and headed towards the hut, her scythe clutching tightly in her hand.