Chapter 10: Chapter 10 Sister Has Money Chapter 10: Chapter 10 Sister Has Money ng Jingfen had just arranged to et Wu Yuanchun in the small grove at the head of the village that night.
She lied to Wu Yuanchun and told him that she, as the matchmaker, would bring ng Chuyue there.
In reality, she planned to go alone and then coerce Wu Yuanchun into having an affair with her and becoming lifelong lovers.
That way, even if ng Chuyue ended up marrying Wu Yuanchun, she could make ng Chuyue suffer for a lifeti.
The kindly Fu Hongfang ntally recited a prayer and said gently, “She’s sick, she fainted twice today and needs to rest.”
ng Jingfen was shocked, “Is her illness that serious?”
“Yes, it is quite serious.”
“She’s not going to die, is she?”
If she died, Aunt ng Wanhua wouldn’t send any more living expenses or pretty clothes and shoes.
Fu Hongfang shook her head, “No, she’ll be fine after so rest.”
She thought ng Chuyue had gone out to see a doctor earlier.
ng Chuyue returned looking calm, apparently all right.
Thinking about her own plans that night, ng Jingfen didn’t want to make a fuss and nodded honestly, “Then let’s let her off today, but the food you make is really unpleasant, how about cooking a couple of boiled eggs?”
Fu Hongfang agreed readily, “Okay.”
Her daughter is fortunate, talking about the wealthy families in Hu Town, she couldn’t afford to offend them.
…
At one in the afternoon, when her grandfather’s family was all napping, ng Chuyue changed into more fitting clothes and went out.
“Fitting” ant clothes that actually fit her.
Her figure differed from ng Jingfen’s; she was 165 cm tall and slim.
ng Jingfen was 158 cm, stocky and robust.
Every ti ng Wanhua sent clothes, ng Jingfen would take them and have Fu Hongfang alter them.
After ng Jingfen wore them, the following year they would be swapped for her new ones.
Consequently, most of the clothes ng Chuyue received didn’t fit well.
She was skilled at sewing, but what could be done about old clothes?
Usually, she only altered the newer ones to wear to school or out, and at ho or in the fields she wore the ill-fitting ones.
Of course, with her attractive face and fine figure, even ill-fitting clothes didn’t look ugly on her.
She didn’t wear an old straw hat, but instead carried an old umbrella.
And she didn’t carry a small basket, but held a cloth bag.
Inside the bag were food items she brought for Fu Song.
Certainly not the ones made by Fu Hongfang, but at buns she had secretly made in her “space”.
And two bottles of freshly squeezed orange juice, filled in old soda bottles of that era.
Hu Song seed to have been waiting there already.
The little boy had also changed into decent clothes, albeit very old and sowhat short.
ng Chuyue handed over two at buns wrapped in clean lotus leaves to him and whispered, “You go first, wait for under the tree next to the police station.”
It was a safer location, and also close to the trading market.
Fu Song nodded, about to leave when ng Chuyue stopped him and handed him two one-dollar coins, “Buy so soda or ice cream.
Don’t be reluctant to spend, your sister has money.”
Fu Song’s eyes reddened as he smiled and bit eagerly into the warm at bun.
It wasn’t his first ti eating a at bun.
Several kind-hearted older boys in the village had also given him at buns before, but none tasted as good as the ones ng Chuyue gave him today.
He wasn’t sure if it tasted genuinely better, or if it was just because he was in a better mood.
Their village was very close to the town, only just over three kiloters away.
That was also why Fu Song dared not run away from ho.
Fu Peng had many friends and cronies in the town, and it was all too easy to run into them.
…
Upon reaching the town, ng Chuyue first went to the central trading market.
Even in this era the trading market in the town was bustling.
Few who rented stalls there didn’t make money.
Though chaotic, the market had defined areas for different goods—clothes, shoes, vegetables, at…
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