Looking up at Du Shuixing, the little girl still had tears in her eyes, and she looked at her expectantly, with a gleam of hope...
Lyra Du was speechless for a moment. How could a nine-year-old girl like her earn fifty taels of silver?
Not to mention other places, even in Dujia Village, a family with several people who can save two or three taels of silver a year is considered a very good family.
That was fifty taels, not five taels. If it was five taels, she knew that Mrs. Qing's family would still be able to think of a way out.
A group of little kids looked at Lyra Du with hope in their eyes, as if she was a deity from heaven who could save Shui Xing's third brother from the dire straits with just a word from her.
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