The family had finished their meal, and Jiang Changhe carried his daughter on his back on the way home, saying to Zhao Xiaojuan, "Brother lending us money at this critical moment is a kindness we must remember for a lifetime. As for the money, we can only pay it back slowly."
Zhao Xiaojuan also said to Zhaodi, "You must remember too, your life was saved by your uncle."
"Mhm." Zhaodi nodded, as her parents had already said it twice during the meal.
She was not too surprised, since in her previous life, when her uncle's family was happy, they would also give their second branch small favors.
But like her parents said, those twenty yuan saved her life, so she would repay it doubly in the future, be it two hundred or even two thousand.
Even though they had incurred a debt of ten yuan, the moods of Zhao Xiaojuan and Jiang Changhe were quite relaxed.
As long as they lived, money could always be earned back later.