Qiao Xiaomai looked at Qiao Changshun's face, as rough as tree bark, and pointed to the pile of firewood in the shed. "Dad, start the fire. You haven't worked in the fields for two days. Eat and sleep early, there's still work to do tomorrow."
Qiao Changshun looked at her and sighed again, then went to bring the firewood into the kitchen to start the fire.
All he could do now was pray in his heart for the Retired Emperor to spare the Tong Family
His demands were not high, just to keep things as they are, and let Qiao Xiaomai live a life of comfort and prosperity.
The night passed like this. The next day, Qiao Changshun summoned the workers who usually worked in his house to the fields. Qiao Xiaomai, on the other hand, went to find Yang Ye.
She needed to find out about the Retired Emperor's daily food preferences, so as not to flatter him inappropriately.