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Chapter 207: Chapter 209: Obsessed with Money?_1
At nightfall, Qiao Duo’er was very alert.
After this period of recovery, her stomach no longer hurt as it did before, but there was still some mild discomfort that was enough to affect her sleep.
Tan Zhenghong held his wife’s soft body in his arms, gently rubbing her lower abdomen with his big hand.
"Wife, I’ll go look for a suitable homestead plot in the village tomorrow,"
Tan Zhenghong suddenly said.
Given the attitude of his third brother and father toward Qiao Duo’er today, he no longer wanted to live here and unnecessarily let his wife feel wronged.
Qiao Duo’er calculated that in the village, a homestead plot could vary from five to Twenty Taels of Silver, depending mainly on the size and location.
Now she had over thirty taels of silver, the homestead plot would definitely be the finest, probably costing around seventeen or eighteen taels.
Building a house would be a bit tight, but they always had an income coming in, so the pressure wasn’t too great.
Qiao Duo’er nodded, "Let’s have a look first; we’ve got to choose one with good feng shui so it will be comfortable to live in later on."
Tan Zhenghong completely agreed, as that would be their own little nest in the future, naturally everything had to be the best.
Qiao Duo’er described the house she had in mind.
A few red-brick rooms, a vegetable garden in the front yard, some poultry and livestock in the backyard, and a few fruit trees to plant so that their future child could pick fruit with them.
Qiao Duo’er had been frightened by the terrible scene of childbirth today, but the sight of the tiny baby gave her a glimmer of longing.
She felt that having a little person who resembled both her and Tan Zhenghong would be a wonderful thing.
"I don’t want you to have children," Tan Zhenghong said resolutely.
His reaction was intense and almost blurted out.
Qiao Duo’er looked at Tan Zhenghong with surprise; did even ancient times have the progressive notion of "DINK" (Double Income, No Kids)?
Tan Zhenghong pulled Qiao Duo’er’s arm a little closer to him and muttered, "Wife, isn’t it enough just to have us two?"
Why let his wife go through the agony of childbirth?
He couldn’t bear the thought of her suffering in labor, nor could he bear the midwife asking him whether to save the mother or the child, at which point he would rather die!
Therefore, he would rather that child never come at all.
"You... sigh, not every childbirth is that dangerous,"
Tan Zhenghong looked at Qiao Duo’er decisively, "Even a one in ten thousand chance is not acceptable to me."
Qiao Duo’er rolled her eyes at Tan Zhenghong, thinking he was just scared for the moment and would get over it in a few days, so she didn’t say anything more.
But to her surprise, Tan Zhenghong was very serious this time.
However, that was a matter for the future.
Ever since having a son, Tan Zhongzhong walked with his head held high and chest puffed out, and he also became more generous with food.
Since the wet nurse from the Li Clan didn’t produce enough milk, the child was crying from hunger.
In the afternoon, after Tan Zhongzhong soothed the child to sleep, he took his copper coins to buy meat.
"Weigh me half a pound of meat."
Qiao Duo’er’s hands were precise, cutting exactly half a pound of meat, not a bit less, not a bit more, she swore it wasn’t on purpose.
Tan Zhongzhong said discontentedly, "Sister-in-law, no offense, but you’re being too stingy. How would it be if you gave a little more? Would it fall through your eyes and turn into money?"
"Don’t get chummy; if you’re not stingy, just make up for yesterday’s ginseng and meat’s cost," Qiao Duo’er retorted irritably.
Wouldn’t she from the Li Clan have had a smooth delivery?
Yet, they didn’t even offer a word of thanks; yesterday’s oversight might be excused by the chaos, but what about today?
Humph, he has no consideration in his conduct, so she saw no need to be polite with him.
Tan Zhongzhong clenched his teeth, clutching the copper coins tightly in his hand.
He had come with copper coins to buy meat, but he never intended to pay, let alone make up for yesterday’s silver debt.
