Though I managed to raise him until he was fourteen, our family grew poorer every year.,On the kang lay a man, who had not yet opened his mouth but coughed first, it was Qin Muxiu, her husband.,When Zhao Jin'er was washing clothes by the stream one day, she overheard some young village wives talking about marriage. Now that she was about to face it herself, her neck flushed red with embarrassment.。