Jhiang Yuan looked at the money and felt much cheerier. There was even more in the trash can; it was simply wonderful.
She counted all of it, sorted by denomination, and put it away neatly.
She bundled every ten thousand yuan with a small rubber band; that took her an hour.
With each addition, her smile grew, and in the end, she'd tallied up as much as two hundred and thirty thousand yuan.
There were also over six thousand in change, truly an unexpected joy.
Just short of an hour, and it was a day's time; she was over the moon.
Just then, her daughter woke up, so she let her get up and play with Qin Yue.
The child had had enough sleep, was neither noisy nor troublesome. Jhiang Yuan made her some honey water mixed with some chrysanthemum tea.
The weather was terribly cold. Although electric blankets and heaters worked quite well, they were indeed very drying; adults got overheated, let alone children.
The only fresh fruit left in the house was apples.