After leaving the bookstore, she recalled that Old Yang and Land Officer Yang seemed to enjoy smoking dry pipe tobacco, so she bought two pounds of dry tobacco for both of them.
Looking at the fully loaded ox cart, Yang Dayong couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Xiaxia, you sure know how to shop. Just look at it, you spent almost a year's worth of expenses for others just by strolling around town."
In fact, what Yang Dayong really wanted to say was, 'Xiaxia, you are such a spendthrift!' but he held back because of Brother An. He understood his third cousin's intentions, so as an uncle, he couldn't badmouth his niece at this time.
Yang Chuxia glanced at the ox cart. All of these were necessities. The only expensive items were the three sets of brush and ink, but their combined cost was indeed a bit high. So, she touched her nose and chuckled,
"Uncle Dayong, you don't know that the more you spend, the more you earn."