The main family waved their hand in refusal of accepting money, claiming it was all worthless stuff; she could use it and would just retrieve it from the old Zheng family in a couple of days.
Yin Meng ladled her own homemade dishes into a jar, then left some money before leaving.
Back at the old Zheng house, she stored the jar and the fertilizer bags under the bed.
At dusk.
Yin Meng stood by the window beside the stairs on the second floor, watching the three members of the Zheng family return home one by one.
Each person carried a fertilizer bag on their shoulder, but they were visibly much smaller.
Night fell, and Zheng Jiayi, who should have been sleeping, sat in front of the dressing table in her chair, afraid to go to bed.
"Go to bed and sleep."
"Meng Meng, I'm not sleepy."
"Listen to me."
"Okay, fine."
Zheng Jiayi got into bed, her arms wrapped around her knees, unable to lie down as she thought about the big bag of rats under the bed.
