Chapter 19: Who Will Do This Job?

Qiao Xiaomai got down from the ox cart and took off her carry basket, which weighed dozens of pounds. Struggling, she spoke to Tong Sanlang, "Brother Tong San, thank you for today. You may head back now. The three of us will take our time walking home."

It's best to avoid any affiliation with Tong Sanlang in front of the villagers.

Tong Sanlang gave a nod, drove off his ox cart and departed. Qiao Xiaomai hoisted the basket on her back and said, "It's sold, we'll discuss when we get home."

These words were enough to bring joy to both Qiao Changshun and Qiao Dami. They couldn't delve into details in public and only waited until they arrived home. Before Xiaomai could even lower her basket, Dami could barely contain himself and asked, "Sister, did we really sell it?!"

"Xiaomai, you must be famished; I've made some food. Let's eat first." Qiao Changshun went into the kitchen to light the oil lamp.