"Pay the money and take it away!" As soon as the waiter let go, Datong took out a couple of pieces of broken silver from his arms. One of them was the compensation given by Boss Du of Zhengyang Buzhuang, and the other half was from Zhang Mansion.
Teaching fees paid in advance.
It's quite ironic to use Boss Du's money to buy Boss Du's cloth.
The waiter bit the money, but he didn't expect that a poor scholar could actually hide his wealth and walked away without looking back.
Datong pushed the cart, filled with cloth, toward Qiaotou Village.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone brilliantly on Datong's back, and Datong hummed folk songs all the way:
Brother, I go up the hillside, singing is echoing the drums and gongs everywhere, but your singing must not be frivolous, the mountain can hear this folk song...
On the road, he came across the big winter leaves that donkeys loved to eat, and Datong picked a few handfuls of them. When he got home, he couldn't bear to let the little donkey grind or work, so he kept it in the donkey shed.
Just like my friend, I personally pulled out two carrots and fed it.
Datong soon arrived at Qiaotou Village and walked from the entrance to the village...
"Sister Haitang, look, isn't that brother Datong!" Lamei greeted Haitang and looked forward.
I saw Datong pushing a cart back, and everyone was very surprised. What was on the cart? It was so colorful.
"We didn't let Brother Datong sell cloth, right?" Lamei asked.
"Oh, I know, it must have been given to him by a student of Brother Datong." Before Haitang could say anything, Lamei followed up with another sentence.
After a while, Datong had already entered the house and placed a cart of cloth in the yard of Haitang Dyeing House.
Looking at Haitang with joy on his face.
"Madam, come here and talk." Datong pulled Haitang over and avoided everyone. Haitang was at a loss as Datong pulled her, and her hands seemed to be stuck with glue.
Haitang also had doubts in her heart, but she didn't ask because she knew Datong would say.
"These cloths are a gift from me to my lady. I hope she will accept them. I know that their color is not good-looking, and they cannot be used to make clothes, let alone the cloths that my lady dyed." Datong still did not put down his hand.
"Well, that's true." Haitang said.
"This is the dyed cloth from Zhengyang Cloth Village. My husband came across it and bought it back at a low price. I believe you have your own uses, so I can do whatever you want with it," Datong said.
In fact, Haitang has several questions in her mind, such as where did she get the money, how much did she spend to buy it, how did she find it, how could Zhengyang Cloth Village dye such cloth...
In the end, Haitang didn't ask a word. The moment she spoke, she saw the look in Datong's eyes, as if trust was enough and nothing else mattered.
Haitang was concerned about the cost. Datong didn't have any money at all, so the price of dyeing cloth like this must be very low.
"Thank you, Datong."
"My husband is very happy and willing to do anything for my wife. I have to teach class tomorrow morning. What delicious food are you planning to give me tonight?" Datong smiled honestly.
He didn't want to say how much effort he had put in, he just wanted to give Haitang a result.
"I'm going to feed the donkey first, and call me when the lady is ready." Datong smiled and walked away, leaving only Haitang with his back.
"It's not my turn to cook today. There are relatives at home. Tian Niu and my mother-in-law cooked it," Haitang said.
"Which relative is here?" Datong turned around and asked.
"It's said that the second aunt and her daughter, named Lulu, are chatting with the mother-in-law in the house. You should go and have a look," Haitang said.