Exile

17

Su Qingbai went to the county the next day after a day's rest.

Because Su Qingbai had a day off yesterday and did not earn a coin yesterday, so today Su Qingbai did not listen to Jiang Mao to bring fewer loads. Instead, he carried 32 catty on his back, more than last time which he couldn't pack it in the basket. He planned to do the same in the next few days. He had to make up for yesterday.

Once in a while he stopped and had a rest. He wiped the sweat. He had slowly adapted to such a life. Su Qingbai rushed back to grow some vegetables as soon as he could after he had sold all of them.

Jiang Mao waited there early in the morning. Upon seeing Su Qingbai's back was hunched, his face darkened. He handed Su Qingbai the breakfast he had prepared, took Su Qingbai's basket, and started hawking.

Through the end of the sale, he did not say a word to Su Qingbai to express his dissatisfaction.

Su Qingbai was a dim-witted person, he did not notice it all. The afternoon passed, and only a catty or two of vegetables were left for sale. He hesitated again and again and said, "Don't buy me breakfast tomorrow. You've got the money I gave you back, yet you put up to come. You've lost a lot of money yourself." The few meals Jiang Mao invited him to eat were worth more than he sold vegetables in a few days.

"As I said, I don't need that little money. You don't have to pay it back." Jiang Mao pointed at him. "I haven't settled with you about your thirty-two catty of vegetables today."

Speaking of this, Su Qingbai also felt much entangled. If he owed others money, others would say that he didn't have to pay it back. He would like to be debt-free. But this man was Jiang Mao. He really had the feeling of selling himself.

"I am the man in my family. I have to work hard to support my family." He really had no way other than to sell vegetables. At present, he had no skills, so he could only sell vegetables. He had just started these days. If possible, he would like to load more vegetables.

Looking at Jiang Mao, Su Qingbai thought about it, and said what he thought in his heart, "I know what you want, but... That's absolutely impossible."

"Impossible?" Jiang Mao approached him. "Why not? Can't you try it?"

Su Qingbai was scared just by thinking about it, "My Laozi will kill me."

To be honest, he didn't care if his future partner was a man or a woman. Before Su Caicai was born, he did not develop very well. All his energies were devoted to two things: gambling and hiding from his Laozi. He hardly thought about women usually.

Before Su Caicai was born, Su Qingbai was quite self-aware. He knew that he could not find a wife by himself, which he could only rely on his Laozi.

After Su Caicai was born, Su Qingbai was even busier and had no time to think about it.

So at present, the only requirement for him to find a wife was by obtaining his Laozi's satisfaction.

As for Jiang Mao, don't be joking, his Laozi must beat him to death.

Jiang Mao was speechless when he saw Su Qingbai was frightened by his Dad. He had heard that Prime Minister Su was a gentle and kind man. He was once the third scorer in the imperial examination. He was the gentlest scholar. He was also very polite usually. Jiang Mao hadn't heard that he had a hobby of hitting people casually.

Without mentioning Su Lingchuan's impression in Jiang Mao's mind, Jiang Mao listened to Su Qingbai and asked him, "What if your dad doesn't beat you?" Looking at Su Qingbai, Jiang Mao didn't care at all that they were in the vegetable market. He stooped close to Su Qingbai and almost kissed Su Qingbai. Then he asked, "What about you? What do you think of me, regardless of your dad's opinion?"