There are still thirty catties of millet, fifty catties of soybeans, one hundred and ten catties of white flour, and twenty catties of fine rice at home.
She wouldn't be home for a month, and this would be enough for the five father and sons to eat until she returns, with some left over.
The water mill now has a stable monthly income of two hundred cents, so Qin Yao didn't leave any money for Liu Ji.
There are no places to spend money in the countryside, the water mill's income is enough for the father's daily expenses.
However, on the night before leaving, Qin Yao called Second Lang out alone and gave him two maces of silver just in case.
"Don't tell anyone, especially your father, this money is not to be used unless there's an emergency; you're to keep it safe for now. Can you manage that?"
Qin Yao looked expectantly at the seven-year-old boy in front of her, who was not yet as tall as her chest.
