When he saw the red paper seal in front of him, Feng Bingwen had a subtle expression.
"The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I don't think I have time to come to your place, so I will give you this New Year's money in advance. Remember to put it under your pillow on New Year's Eve."
Wen Huachang explained with a smile.
"This is not appropriate!"
Feng Zichuan declined. Generally speaking, only when New Year's Eve is approaching, some close people give their children lucky money.
"It's just for luck, and it doesn't cost much. Bingwen, take it!"
With that said, Wen Huachang put the red paper seal in Feng Bingwen's hand, then hugged the child and bowed, opened the door, faced the cold wind, boarded a carriage that had been waiting outside the house, and stepped on
The snow returns.
"This shopkeeper Wen is really a cheerful person."
Looking at the shopkeeper Wen who didn't leave the water at all and left as soon as he said it, Feng Zichuan smiled. He glanced at his son's hand. The paper envelope was hanging down and seemed to contain a few baht. He looked at it.
It doesn't look like much.
"Xiao Wen, open it and see how much New Year's money she gave you, so we can repay the gift before the end of the year."
Wow!
Feng Bingwen tore open the paper seal and poured out the money inside, no more, no less, exactly ten. However, the bright color of the money made the hall fall into silence again.
"Golden baht!"
Feng Bingwen looked at the ten brightly colored bahts on his palm that could not be counterfeited at all, and his expression became very subtle.
It takes one hundred copper bahts to exchange for one silver baht, and twenty silver beads to exchange for one gold bead. This is still the exchange ratio set by the government, but in actual exchange, a gold baht of sufficient weight can at least
It can be exchanged for more than 2,100 copper baht.
Nowadays, a farm family of five people does not have to be frugal. They buy some good wine and meat and eat a meal during the holidays. One gold baht is more than enough to last a whole year.
"This is too much!"
Feng Lingjun couldn't help but feel moved when he looked at the ten gold bahts in his grandson's hand. His monthly salary was only five silver beads. If he didn't eat or drink for a year, it would be three silver bahts.
Shopkeeper Wen, who looks weak and frail, has earned him several years of income from one sale. How can this not surprise the old man?
"How much money can you make selling desserts?"
"..."
Feng Zichuan, Yu Huilian and his wife looked at each other without making a sound.
It wasn't until the night was deep and quiet, and the couple slept on the bed, that they began to talk about what happened during the day.
"Zichuan, what do you mean by shopkeeper Wen? Although our family Wen'er protected her, she gave too much."
"It's true. I didn't expect her to be so generous. Do we in Qingshan County also make such money selling pastries? If that's the case, after the Chinese New Year, should we open a restaurant in the county?"
"Are you looking for the money hole? Isn't what we earn in Fucheng enough to spend? I'm discussing business with you? Then Shopkeeper Wen obviously has something up his sleeve."
"Something is indeed wrong. Has she been to Fucheng and recognized us? Is she here for us?"
"It's impossible. With her figure, if she really goes to Fucheng and stays for a while, we won't hear the news? Besides, didn't you notice the way she looked at our son? What brother?"
"What does she look at Wen'er?"
Feng Zichuan was a little surprised. He really didn't notice this. After all, as a married man, he couldn't stare at another beautiful widow in front of his wife. If he really did this,
, how can he lie on the bed now?
"I can't say either."
"We are already an old married couple, and you are still holding back on me. Tell me, you must have an idea."
"I think shopkeeper Wen is plotting against our son."
"What?"
Feng Zichuan didn't react for a moment.
"She has lost her husband, and she is still holding a daughter. How do you think she will be treated in her husband's family?"
"I guess it's not good."
Feng Zichuan didn't hesitate, he had seen too many similar cases.
"And you don't want to think about what day it is now. She just ran to our house with her daughter and gave so much money to Wen'er for the New Year. You still can't figure out what it means?"
"It's unlikely. Are you overthinking it?"
Feng Zichuan's reaction was a little slow, but he was not a dull person. His wife's direction was so obvious, how could he have imagined it.
"It's just ten gold bahts. Guess how rich shopkeeper Wen's family is? How many people will covet this financial resources for a childless widow?"
Yu Huilian analyzed it carefully with her husband.
"It's true what you said, but why would she target our family Wen'er?"
"From what I saw today, I feel that Shopkeeper Wen is in a difficult situation now, and she needs the support of a strong man.
She would not consider those men with rich family fortunes and abilities, but the next choice was because she had been married before and had a daughter. If she married like this, she might lose both her life and wealth.
The time came to a tragic end.
But if she chooses men from poor families but with little ability, not only will they not be able to provide her with any useful help, they will actually drag her down."
"So she wants to choose our Wen'er to be her foster husband?"
There was uncontrollable surprise in Feng Zichuan's tone.
"Our family Wen'er, from all aspects, isn't it very suitable for her? It can be said that she is the best choice. With divine power, even if she does nothing in the future, she can still protect both mother and daughter."
"But Wen'er is only eight years old. This is a big difference!"
"The government has stipulated that a man can marry at the age of thirteen, but he only has to wait for five years. This child who has watched him grow up with his own eyes and knows everything is better than those who know the person, the face, and the heart but not the heart!"
"This is too ridiculous!"
"The most important thing is that according to her understanding, our family is just a declining scholarly family. She is not afraid of being manipulated by us at all. Even if there is any malicious intent, she is sure to counterattack."
"That sounds like something like that."
After listening to his wife's analysis, Feng Zichuan felt that it was reasonable and could not refute it.
"Yeah, as soon as this woman came in, I felt something was wrong with her. How could she go to the house of her brother who is not related to her during the Chinese New Year?"
"Then what do you think? Do you want to warn me?"
"Why are you warning her? I think Shopkeeper Wen has a pretty good figure. I looked at her for a long time, and the little girl she brought with her is so juicy that she will never be hungry even if she gives birth to a child."
"The age difference between them is too big. Besides, she is not worthy of our Wen'er. Do we have to keep this matter a secret for the rest of our lives?"
"Of course I'm not worthy of being a wife, but I can be a side wife. Her hands are very skillful, and the pastries she makes are to my liking."