"Qingsheng, tell me, is there a way to get Miss Xiao's family to move to the town?"
They have a few small courtyards in the town. Well, "small courtyards"—each actually has seven or eight rooms, much larger than the house in Shuikou Village where the Xiao family lives.
"Young master, you're asking me, but how would I know?"
Qingsheng thought, if the master's brain doesn't work well, how could his own?
Truly asking the wrong person.
"Then tell me, if I directly ask Miss Xiao to move to the town, would she move?"
"Definitely not." Qingsheng knew the Xiao family well: "Although Miss Xiao's family is..." He swallowed back the word 'poor' and said instead, "Though they've fallen on hard times, they still have dignity and are a family with principles."
How to put it?
Qingsheng felt that the fallen Xiao family's principles were stricter than the Zhao family's.
Of course, he'd never say this out loud—wasn't it stupid to impose rules on oneself?
