My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

Chapter 39. Lin Yuxiu's Married Life. Lin Yuxiu's married life.

Chapter 39. Lin Yuxiu's Married Life

"Why has it increased so much?" Cheng Songer pretended to be surprised.

In reality, she felt no fluctuations in her heart. Sure enough. . . the grain prices have started to rise again, and it's getting worse.

It seems she really made the right decision to hoard grain. If she hadn't sold it in time, she would have suffered a loss if she bought it now.

"Of course."

The steward smiled with some pride. "You know, the harvest hasn't been good these past few years. . . How much do you plan to buy? Maybe I can give you a discount of one or two wen."

Cheng Songer pretended to hesitate. "Steward, you overestimate me. You know my financial situation. I can't afford such expensive coarse flour. Luckily, I still have a few catties of rice at home. I'll tighten my belt and hold on for a while longer. Maybe by next spring, things will be better."

"Haha," the steward raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Next year, I'm afraid. . ."

I can't afford it now, and I definitely won't be able to afford it in the spring. That's what the steward thought.

"Forget it, if I can't afford it, I can't afford it. . . She wasted my good intentions. I have to go and buy rice noodles from the new brother-in-law. I'll borrow some." Seeing the pitiful look Cheng Songer put on, she felt even more superior and left, brushing against her shoulder.

Cheng Songer smiled and made way for her.

Watching the steward leave, Cheng Qingzhi grabbed her sleeve and whispered, "That steward's words were unpleasant. She looks down on you."

Especially her condescending tone always made people feel looked down upon. Especially when Songer deliberately acted inferior in front of her, it made him feel frustrated.

"It's alright. Sometimes, it's good to be looked down upon. There's no need to show off too much."

In front of the villagers in Cheng's village who bullied the weak and feared the strong, she naturally had to be tough. But when facing someone like the steward, she had to be submissive, showing a respectful and fawning attitude, in order to make the other person relax their guard and extract information from them.

All along, the grain prices in the village were lower than in the city. Now, even the coarse flour from the landlord's house was being sold for 30 wen per catty. It's not hard to imagine the situation in the city at this moment.

"Let's go, let's continue shopping." She pulled Cheng Qingzhi along in the market, bought two strings of firecrackers, and a pile of red paper to cut into window decorations.

She had bought everything else, but she couldn't find a place to buy couplets. Even if she found one, they were all empty couplets without any inscriptions, which was really frustrating.

"Why are there so few places selling couplets?" If it were in modern times, they would be found all over the streets. How did they become a rare species here?

Cheng Qingzhi pondered for a moment and said, "Perhaps there are fewer people in the village who can read. . . Maybe there are more places selling them in the county town. Usually, people buy empty couplets and then ask relatives who have read books to help write a few lines."

Cheng Songer's lips slightly parted, it seems that she had a too idealized view of ancient society, forgetting that the majority of people in ancient times were farmers, and only a few could read.

However. . .

"I can write couplets myself. . ."

Cheng Qingzhi looked surprised: "Songer, you can actually read?"