Right, that's people for you. Xu Changqing could only look at her mother, who had let it slip, with a sense of exasperation. Fifty yuan. In the end, her older sister had still managed to coax fifty yuan out of her.
Fifty yuan?
Ever since she could remember, the year-end dividend her family received from the production team had never once exceeded fifty yuan. Usually, it was considered a good year if they didn't end up owing money.
'How generous of her.'
"I was just thinking, this is the last time. From now on, she'll truly be a married daughter—like water splashed out of the basin. I'll just treat this money as an advance on future New Year's money for her kids."
'You've already said as much, so what can I, as your daughter, possibly say?' "If you gave it to her, you gave it to her." 'I'll just consider it losing money to avoid trouble.' "You certainly haven't wronged her."
