A few days later.
Xu Jingxi's hand had mostly healed, so he took advantage of his time out of class to pick up whatever odd jobs he could to help support his family.
The last time he dismantled the wooden beams of the red-tiled mansion, the carpentry Shopkeeper had paid him 300 taels.
He used it all to rebuild their house, giving Grandpa Xu a better place to live.
Otherwise, with winter coming, another snowfall would have caused their house to collapse again.
Xu Jingxi refused to accept Shen Ningning's help, insisting on making a living on his own.
He had just finished writing a few letters for a family and was leaving their courtyard when he heard a familiar voice.
"Ma'am, is this where you live?"
Xu Jingxi's dark, clear eyes glanced over. He saw Liang Yici carrying an old woman on her back, about to enter a private home.
"Yes, yes, this is the place," the old woman on her back said with a wide smile.
