"Everyone is upset because you took their food to help the refugees. All you need to do is to replenish the food you took out, right?"
Daozi’s eyes lit up: "Right." He said, then frowned, "But what can I use to replenish it?"
Daohua glanced at the red trolley case under the seat: "Didn’t you bring a silver note with you when you went out this time?"
"With that silver note, you can go to Guyu and it’s like using your own money to buy food for the refugees. This way, the refugees can have food, and no one else has to go hungry. It’s a win-win situation."
Daozi thought this idea was excellent, hurriedly dragged out his trolley case, and took out the only one hundred unit denomination silver note.
"Mom, I’m going to send this silver note to Aunt Guyu right now, so she can make more food for the refugees."
Daohua smiled and nodded, watching Daozi leave the carriage.
As soon as Daozi left, Xiao Yeyang appeared at the carriage window, looking at Daohua somewhat speechlessly: "Our son had only that one silver note, and you’ve swayed him into giving it away; that’s no way to be a mother."
Daohua retorted: "I’m actually teaching our son how to behave wisely in the world. It’s better to do less of using others’ generosity blindly, lest he offends someone unwittingly."
While speaking, she smiled, "And it also lets our son realize that money is not easy to come by. Not just this time, whatever Daozi wants in the future, he will have to buy it with his own effort."
Watching Daohua’s serious face, Xiao Yeyang silently sympathized with his eldest son.
The poor kid is going to have some tough days without money.
During their conversation, Daozi came back with a complex expression. He was happy to help the refugees, but why did his heart ache after sending away the silver note?
"Mom, I don’t have any silver notes left."
Daohua praised him with a smile: "Good boy, it’s because you helped the refugees."
Daozi frowned: "But that was the money Grand Uncle gave me to buy things."
Daohua: "Then just don’t buy them."
Daozi: "But this is my first time going to Beijing, I haven’t seen anything there, and I wanted to buy something."
Daohua shrugged: "Well, there’s nothing I can do about that, you’ve already spent all your silver. Do you know how much food can be bought with a tael of silver?"
Daozi stalled: "I don’t know."
Daohua asked again: "Did you ask Aunt Guyu about it?"
Daozi stalled again, recalling his assertive demeanor when he gave the silver note to Guyu, and he touched his nose feeling a bit guilty.
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