Exile

49

Su Qingbai had been living in Jiang Mao's house for a while. Every night, he was served by Jiang Mao. During the day, he went to the county to tend his stall.

At first, Jiang Mao didn't want him to go, but Su Qingbai made up his mind to find something to do for himself so that he could not really become a person who wastes food and drink from his parents and Jiang Mao.

It was unknown what that Sun Family thought. For several days, they urged the Suns to leave, secretly and in the open. The Suns only looked blank as if they hadn't heard it.

When it was time to return, it was very late. Su Qingbai returned directly to Jiang Mao's house.

Jiang Mao quickly took over his cart. "Are you tired?"

Putting the cart in place, Su Qingbai pulled him into the house. Then he fished out a pile of copper coins from his pocket, threw them on the table like a Great Lord, and the money scattered around the table. "Need money? Hereafter, this Lord will raise you."

"Sure!" Jiang Mao looked at his smug appearance. He really grabbed the money in his arms and held it in his hands. Jiang Mao looked at him again. "Right, I've prepare the dinner. Go invite your Dad to eat."

When Su Qingbai thought of his Dad, he tapped his head and came to rob the money back. "Aiyah! I've forgotten that I can't give you all this money." He forgot all about his Laozi.

Su Qingbai felt depressed. Who knew it was difficult to raise two families?

Jiang Mao was robbed of his money, and helplessly kicked Su Qingbai's foot. "Not going yet?"

By this time, Su Lingchuan's students had left.

"Dad~"

Su Lingchuan saw him, locked the door and walked over. "How's business today?"

"Not bad, not bad." Su Qingbai curried favor with his Laozi, "Dad, he cooked a feast. Let me invite you over for dinner."

Su Lingchuan mulled over it, nodded and said that he had not officially visited Jiang Mao's home, might as well he took the opportunity to see it.

By the time they went, Jiang Mao had already arranged the meals on the table. As soon as Su Caicai saw, he wanted to eat. His was drooling as he rushed to the table, but Jiang Mao stopped him.

Carrying Su Caicai in arms, Jiang Mao held his butt, and his hand felt very itchy, wanted to hit him on the butt. These days, he had a deep understanding of what distance made things prettier. As if teasing cats and provoking dogs, Su Caicai was jumping up and down here these days. If it weren't for his small size, he would have torn down the house.

Gave him a change of clothes, and the clothes could not be seen after an hour. Jiang Mao did not like to see him dirty. He washed and changed his clothes as soon as he was dirty. Sometimes Jiang Mao could not help thinking of giving him away. But after he thought about it, who would want such a naughty kid ah, he could only keep on raising him up.

Soon Su Lingchuan and Su Qingbai arrived.

Su Lingchuan had been to the house before. When he was younger, he remembered that the house was broken. The owner of the house had two sons, so there were four rooms, which were built of clay. Jiang Mao had now changed it into a bedroom, a study, a kitchen, and what Su Lingchuan was able to discern was a room full of children's clothes. Plus, at the doorway hanging was a pair of small pants that Jiang Mao bought for Su Caicai. He guessed that's probably a room for Su Caicai.

"Huh? What is this?" Walking to the door of Su Caicai's room, Su Lingchuan saw that there was a white porcelain jar in his room, which was as big as his home's water jar and had a wide opening. The white porcelain was really beautiful, exquisite in workmanship, excellent in materials, white and delicate in appearance, clean and bright. It was so big that it was really rare. At first sight, it was of a top grade. Su Lingchuan had always liked these things and couldn't help looking at them.