Lu Yao's father returned from work in the evening. For the past few days, a wealthy family in town had been renovating their house and hired several masons, paying twenty cash coins per day. Lu Yao's father had worked there for about seven or eight days, nearly finishing the job.
During dinner, Lu's mother recounted the events of the day.
"Today, the second son's wife was upset that I lent money to the third son."
Lu Guangsheng, who was eating, remained silent. He left all household matters to his wife and focused solely on working and earning money.
"Given how the third son is, could I not lend him money? He even threatened to hang himself over a Scholar title. What if he tries something drastic again?"
"It's all because you spoil him."
Lu's mother felt her chest tighten with anger. "Fine, fine, it's all my fault. Isn't Lu Yao your son too? If he hadn't almost died from illness back then, would I be like this..."
"Alright, what happened after that?"
"Lu Yao came by and returned the money."
"That settles it. If the second son's wife complains again, just tell her off. She won't lack food or clothes; she shouldn't always focus on our small savings." After finishing his meal, Lu Guangsheng handed his bowl to his wife for another serving.
"Are you going to town tomorrow?"
"No, the house is finished. I'll see if there's any work in other villages."
"Good. Lu Yao wants you to help him tomorrow. Go over there."
"Alright."
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Returning from his mother's home while it was still early, Lu Yao took some millet to exchange for two dou of beans at Old Zhao's place, cleaned them, and soaked them in water.
Yellow beans need to soak for at least six to seven hours before they can be ground into milk. Taking advantage of this time, he planned to go to town to buy gypsum and linen cloth to make tofu today.
The hour-long journey left him drenched in sweat. One downside of ancient times was the lack of transportation; everything relied on walking. At such times, he particularly missed his electric scooter from his previous life, even a bicycle would have been better.
Ah, too bad he wasn't a science student; he might never get to ride a bike in this lifetime.
It wasn't market day, so the town was much quieter than usual, with only a few passersby hurrying along.
Lu Yao first went to the fabric shop to buy linen cloth. Linen and ramie were commonly used fabrics by the local people. Undyed linen was light brown, lightweight, breathable, and absorbent, but not very durable, often tearing after a short period of use.
Linen cloth was relatively cheap, costing three hundred cash coins per bolt. Since he only needed a small amount for making tofu, Lu Yao bought five feet, each costing six cash coins, totaling thirty cash coins.
After buying the linen, he looked at other fabrics, intending to purchase a soft material to make underwear. Wearing pants without anything underneath always made him feel insecure and chilly.
The shopkeeper introduced him to several types of fabric: coarse cotton at fifteen cash coins per foot, fine cotton at thirty cash coins per foot, silk at sixty cash coins per foot, and satin at one hundred cash coins per foot, which was sold only in ten-foot lengths.
Feeling the copper coins in his pocket, Lu Yao winced at the high prices. If he didn't earn more money, he wouldn't even be able to afford underwear.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and spent sixty cash coins on two feet of cotton.
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