"You’re saying Qin Wenshu is going with you?" Fu Mingxue was somewhat shocked.
She was very surprised.
’After all, I never would have thought of that.’
"That’s right. I went to the Qin family’s house this afternoon, and your in-laws arranged for Qin Wenshu to go with me. They said his mom is pressuring him to get married, so he’s more than happy to come along."
Fu Mingxue: ...?
’Well, I’ll be. If he’s really being pushed to get married, then he’d definitely be happy to go.’
’But doesn’t Qin Wenshu have a job?’
’I thought he had a government position...’
"Well, if he’s going with you, that’s wonderful! What time is your train tomorrow?"
Seeing that her daughter had finally agreed, Mrs. Fu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Nine o’clock."
Fu Mingxue asked, "So, is everything packed? And what about the kids—"
Mrs. Fu immediately replied, "Don’t worry about the children. Your mother-in-law will look after them. I’ve already talked it over with them, and they were quite happy about it before they went to bed."
"Mom, since you’re going back, you should take more money with you. Don’t you always say it’s better to be frugal at home but generous on the road? I’ll go get you another thousand—"
As she spoke, Fu Mingxue turned to get the money.
Mrs. Fu grabbed her by the arm.
"I still have the two thousand you gave me yesterday! I’m just going to move a grave, not throw money around. Why would I need to carry so much? Are you trying to get me killed or something?"
"If I carry that much cash, do you think I’ll be able to eat or sleep in peace? I’d be worried sick every single day about getting robbed! If some damn thief finds out and steals it all, won’t that be the death of me?"
’Who in their right mind would walk around with three thousand yuan on them?’
’Am I supposed to be buying her father a golden coffin or something?’
Fu Mingxue: ...?
"Alright, fine! Just make sure you keep your money safe."
"Don’t worry. I’ve sewn it into several different spots."
In total, she was only taking five hundred yuan with her.
One hundred was sewn into her two socks.
Another two hundred was sewn into the elastic waistband of her underwear.
And one hundred more was sewn into her tunic.

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