Early the next morning, as the sky just began to lighten, the Qi Family was already up, except for the children who were still sleeping like little pigs.
Qi Dafu pushed a single-wheeled cart, with a few baskets on top, containing only a few empty cloth bags.
Qi Zheng didn't carry his tobacco pipe this time but saw the family off at the gate, who were heading to the city.
Mrs. Qi sat on the cart as soon as she left the house, with two taels of silver tucked in her bosom.
His family had many children, especially boys.
As the saying goes, "half-grown sons eat their fathers into poverty," their family had a large labor force, but they consumed even more. These two taels of silver were hard saved by Mrs. Qi.
"Eldest, second, third, fourth, you all protect your mother."
Qi Zheng instructed.
The four sons nodded in unison, promising to do so.
