For a moment, Xu Changqing really couldn't recall Shen Weimin ever mentioning this. But that wasn't surprising. He was almost as much of a chatterbox as her mother.
Many times, she'd be drowsy and half-asleep, just listening to him go on and on. It was like a lullaby, and it often left her head feeling a bit fuzzy when she woke up the next day.
He must have brought it up again this time when she was getting sleepy, and she'd just agreed in her daze. If it had been anyone else, she definitely would have been on her guard.
Xu Changqing shot a deep glance at Shen Weimin, who had already turned his attention back to the task at hand. 'My trust and reliance on him seem to have deepened again,' she thought.
The money in the flour sack was easy to count. It was already tied in stacks, and the rest was just loose change and ration coupons. Xu Changqing figured he must have already counted the bundles.
