Lin Qiao glared at him and reached out, "Give me the house deed and I won't sell the bed."
"I don't have it..." Song Tingfan's eyes turned red, and then he said, "Sister-in-law, I caught a rabbit and sold it for fifty cents. I bought some rice and there's still more than thirty cents left."
As he said this, he took it out and handed it to her, and then added, "Sister-in-law, don't sell the bed. I promise I'll give you money to use every day from now on."
This was made by Dad, he had nothing left, and if the bed was gone too, he wouldn't know where to find Dad.
Lin Qiao grabbed the copper coins and still said to the old man, "Do you want it? If not, I'll sell it to someone else."
"Alright then, here, 300 cents." The old man hesitated for a moment and handed her three strings of coins.
Watching the bed being carried away, Song Tingfan stood in the yard, sniffing, for the first-time feeling a bit uncomfortable, a bit puzzled, why was his sister-in-law treating him like this.
