Hard-earned Money

"Okay!" Xue Yifu wanted to go after receiving the money.

"I'd like to eat some cornbread too," Jiang Yue said.

"There's only a few pieces of cornbread here. You don't want us three men to be hungry, right? Be good, Jiang Yue, eat the meat bun." Xue Dafu coaxed her.

Even though there were eight pieces of cornbread, they weren't big. Jiang Yue knew that Xue Dafu and the others wouldn't be full even if they had two or three each. People who worked all year round had large appetites, but she knew that Xue Dafu bore with it because he was worried for her. Not like eating one extra cornbread would keep them full anyway.

Every penny of the farmers' money was hard-earned. Even then, they would be reluctant to spend money on themselves. They would rather starve. They probably would not have spent a single cent if she had not come.