"Asleep." Zhao Xiaojuan looked at him, seeing that he seemed to have something to say, shook the baby a few more times, made sure the child was soundly asleep, and then set him down.
"What's the matter? Is something wrong?" Zhao Xiaojuan asked.
Jiang Changhe took the money out of his pocket and, with a smile, said, "Xiao Juan, count this."
"Changhe, where did you get all this money? What did you do?" Zhao Xiaojuan asked, alarmed, as she looked at the thick stack of cash.
"Xiao Juan, don't be scared. This money is from the ginseng we sold last time. Eldest brother has a good way of making money. A few days ago, he came back and talked to me and Changtao. We each invested four hundred yuan. Look, didn't Eldest brother come today to bring us this money?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaojuan glanced back at the wardrobe. She didn't know when Jiang Changhe had taken the money, since there hadn't been any expenditure at home recently.
