Qiao Changsun saw the two pieces of silk fabric and immediately felt a little heartache, "Why did you buy these?"
"Of course they are for wearing." Qiao Xiaomai put the groceries in the kitchen and carried the two pieces of silk fabric back to her room. "Linen clothes chafe the skin, and the silk fabric is for wearing inside. Dad, stop worrying about money, our family now makes money every day."
"It's noon now, time to prepare lunch. If you have nothing to do, you can start the fire."
Qiao Changsun sighed and ceased persuading Qiao Xiaomai.
Lately, Qiao Xiaomai had been changing rapidly, coming up with all sorts of ideas, and she was earning all the money.
"Let Dami start the fire. I'll go cut some fresh grass to feed the donkey." Their home was on the west side, close to Rooster Mountain. It was springtime and wild grass was all over the place.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Qiao Xiaomai waved her hand.