After dinner, probably because Song Tingfan had instructed him, Lin Ling, who usually liked to cling to her while sleeping, was obediently not around tonight.
Lin Qiao couldn't sleep either; she didn't dare lie flat, so after lying down for a bit, she sat up to do some accounting. Ahem, although she avoided the antagonist these years and didn't dare open a big store, she did open some small jewelry shops.
She earned about a thousand taels of silver every month, but it was all deposited in the money shop.
This silver coin was meant to be left for Lin Ling. She wasn't sure if she could live to old age, so she could only try to solve the child's matters as best as she could, so he wouldn't lack clothing and food in the future.
After a while, with a "creak," the door was pushed open from the outside. A man in a black robe walked in, holding a few lotus flowers in his hand. They weren't in season, clearly not from the village.
