After all, he earned that speculative money just for his son's upbringing.
When Zhao Xiaojuan heard about buying pig's trotters, she felt a bit distressed about the money, but to ensure sufficient milk supply for her precious son to eat well and grow plump, she steeled herself and nodded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
The Supply and Marketing Cooperative was not too far from Stone Bridge Village. Jiang Changhe, with his long legs, walked quickly and returned in less than an hour, carrying a pig's trotter and a small bag of food.
Zhang Guihua was sitting cross-legged on the kang. Hearing footsteps outside, she peeked out the window and saw Jiang Changhe returning with so much stuff; she spat and turned to complain to Jiang Dashan in the room.