Four quarters past noon, Song Tingfan had gone to study, and Lin Qiao went to the field to take a look around. The vegetable seedlings were growing well, lush and green. It must be thanks to Song Tingfan's diligence.
Seeing a few weeds along the edge of the field, she bent down to pull them out and tossed them aside. At this moment, there was a commotion in the village. She wasn't sure what it was about.
She turned her head to take a glance, but was blocked by her own wall and couldn't see anything. So, she didn't pay much attention to it.
After a while, someone suddenly called her from the front door, "Madam Tingfan, are you there? If you are, hurry to the village chief's house, they're distributing silver coins."
Lin Qiao had originally thought the village chief was just saying it, not expecting they would really distribute silver. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly responded, "Got it."
