Xiaojuan raised her hand to caress her belly, with a look of sweetness and worry on her face.

"I also look forward to giving birth to a son for you, fourth brother. A healthy son who belongs to you, fourth brother." Xiaojuan said.

Xiaojuan knows the situation at the fourth brother's house.

The only son Kang Xiaozi not only has harelips, but is also not the fourth brother’s biological son.

The child was born through an affair between Mrs. Liu and her uncle. Because her fourth brother was in poor health at the time, he was afraid that he would not be able to have children in the future, so he had no choice but to swallow his anger and become the scapegoat.

"Fourth brother, how much money do we still have on hand? If it doesn't work out, I'll go to the cloth shop outside to do some private work to supplement the family income." Xiaojuan continued.

When Yang Huaming heard this, the smile on his face suddenly faded a bit.

"I really don't have much money on hand, I can last more than a month at most,"

"However, even if you are begging for food, I will not let you go out to take on private work!" Yang Huaming said.

When I came out of Yuncheng, I not only carried more than thirty taels of silver with me, but also two large snakeskin bags full of furs.

They were all stolen from the Yang family's fur shop, and I planned to take them out and sell them. Anyway, I could sell them for a hundred taels of silver.

With these few hundred taels of silver, I can start a small business and get up steadily.

However, I am a layman after all and I don’t know how to take care of fur.

After taking it out, the fur was kept in the snakeskin bag and was not taken out and placed in a cool place.

In addition, the house he and Xiaojuan rented was small, so they had to dry it outside to avoid exposing their wealth, and they were afraid of attracting other people's attention and getting into trouble.

So the furs were kept piled in snakeskin bags.

Until a few days ago, it rained a few times, the temperature dropped, and people on the street put on coats.

Yang Huaming felt that an opportunity had come, so he went to the fur shop on the street to talk about shipping.

I was asked to take the fur to have a look, but as soon as I opened it, bugs came out.

Two large bags of fur clothing were all ruined and looked like nothing.

All the white money was gone, and the two bags of furs suddenly turned into two bags of firewood.

"Why? How about I help you share some of the burden?" Xiaojuan asked anxiously.

"Fourth brother, the fur is gone, but we still have our own hands," she continued.

"Although my needlework skills are not as outstanding as those of Sister Ping'er, I can still make some basic sachets."

"No matter how much it is, I can still sell it for ten or twenty cents to supplement the family income. I'll help you share some of it," she said.

Yang Huaming came back to his senses. He looked at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression, feeling moved in his heart.

"Xiaojuan." He raised his hand and held Xiaojuan's hand.

"If it were Mrs. Liu, she would have scolded me all over my face. She would have said that I was a coward and a waste. I couldn't even take care of my furs, and my money was wasted."

"And you, without saying a word of blame, still want to help me share the burden."

"Xiaojuan, meeting you is really the greatest blessing in my life, Yang Huaming." He said.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be able to carry it and support you and your son. Don't worry."

"Concentrate on staying at home to raise the baby. Your body is already weak. If you go out and get affected, I'm worried about the baby..."

"Fourth brother..."

"Okay, don't talk about this anymore. Now, have a good meal. I weighed half a catty of pig head meat today. I'll buy you eggs in two days."

Yang Huaming's tone was extremely firm and without any discussion.

Xiaojuan sighed softly, but she felt more at ease in her heart.

He raised his chopsticks and took small bites of the rice in the bowl.

Yang Huaming put all the few pieces of lean meat in the pig head into Xiaojuan's bowl.

Xiaojuan's eye sockets felt warm, and she felt more and more that she had followed the right man.

I don’t ask him to be rich, but I only ask him to have ten pennies left on him and be willing to use two pennies to buy you a sesame seed pancake. That’s enough...

During this Mid-Autumn Festival, Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan are also leaning on each other, encouraging and cheering each other up.

When Xiaojuan fell asleep, Yang Huaming covered her with a quilt, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

He opened the door and came into the yard, raising his head and looking at the full moon above his head.

Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Have the children at home eaten moon cakes? Have they eaten meat?

He'er must have given birth, right?

Is the grandson a boy or a girl?

Who does it look like? Could it be that he looks like me?

As for my parents, I should spend this month with the fourth bedroom.

Did Mrs. Liu add another dish to the old couple?

The third brother and the fifth brother should have dinner together, right? During the dinner, did anyone mention themselves?

When you talk about yourself, do you always complain and accuse?

And Qing'er's place...

I really don't have the face to face her.

Yang Huaming shook his head and sighed heavily.

He took out a dry cigarette stick, stuffed the low-quality dry cigarette tobacco into the eye of the cigarette stick, and took a puff.

The sour and pungent smell of cigarette smoke made him cough several times and almost bring tears to his eyes.

But when it was over, I felt an inexplicable relief.

No wonder dad likes to smoke. I didn’t understand it before, but now I understand.

When this man is worried, he likes to smoke a cigarette, take some quiet time, and be in a daze.

Think about the way forward and how to go.

There was no hope for fur, Yang Wenxuan was beheaded, and his backer was gone.

Right now, there are only two taels of silver left in my pocket.

It's the middle of the month, and the rent has to be paid in half a month. The rice bags are almost empty, and I have to buy vegetables.

It's past the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the weather is getting colder step by step.

Even though she was a man and could still withstand the cold, Xiaojuan was pregnant and still wearing summer singles.

For the past few days, I have been staying in bed in my house, afraid to come out.

If that doesn't work out, I'll go around the streets tomorrow and see if any restaurants are looking for waiters.

The big dream of getting rich overnight is out of the question for the time being.

For now, let’s make some steady money to support this small family!

The children and parents who are far away in their hometown cannot be taken care of for the time being.

Let's wait for Xiaojuan to give birth to the child first, and then think about other things. I won't go back to Changping Village unless it is absolutely necessary.

After finishing smoking a bag of cigarettes, Yang Huaming's thoughts were straightened out. The night breeze gradually became colder.

He quickly put away the dry tobacco pole and turned back to the low hut behind him.

Changping Village.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were arranging for the two little ones to go to the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces before going to bed.

This small family of four is very lively now.

Baobao and Dazhi are both over two years old, which is when they get naughty and mischievous, and their imitation skills are particularly strong.

For example, at this moment, Yang Ruoqing had just filled Dazhi with water in a small bowl and dipped his toothbrush in green salt.
Chapter completed!