Luo Wu remembered what Gu Jinxiu had said and had spent money purchasing a young elm money tree. Now, two years have passed, and the tree has grown enough for its seeds to be eaten.
But Sister Xiu is to marry someone else. She won't need to rely on elm seeds to stave off hunger anymore.
In the future, she will dress in silk, dine on delicacies, be surrounded by servants, be cherished by her husband, and have successful children. She will be the happiest person.
Luo Wu cried. Looking at the elm money tree that had lost all its leaves, he wept aloud in this small home where he had once painstakingly made arrangements.
He wasn't good enough for her. No matter how hard he tried, he was still a poor boy.
His family was able to live well thanks to Xiao Yu, and with his salary of just a few taels of silver a month, he could never afford to give her the life of a wealthy lady even if he worked himself to death.
