Under Yu Xiaolian's intense gaze, Da An nervously began to speak, "Sister, actually... actually we both don't know how to make charcoal. We lied at that time just to sell for more money."
Little An also spoke up, "We saw the adults in the village make charcoal and thought it seemed simple. But when we tried it ourselves, the fire was either too intense or the timing was off. The first kiln turned to ash, and the second didn't even produce anything."
Yu Xiaolian breathed a sigh of relief.
She was terrified; she had been worrying blindly these past few days, thinking the medicine she gave had caused Anzi's mother to die.
It looks like doing good deeds at random in the future is truly frightening.
Da An sneaked a glance at Yu Xiaolian's expression and, seeing it was less scary than before, boldly said, "Sister, since the charcoal didn't turn out, we've already spent the Silver you gave us. Do you still need firewood at home? We can deliver more firewood to you."
