The Humble Family’s Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!
Chapter 1241 - 1055, Teach According to Ability (Two-in-One Mega - )_3

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1055, Teach According to Ability (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_3

"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.

He’s the Little Prince, after all, he wouldn’t let on that he was reluctant to give away the silver note.

Daohua: "You shuttle back and forth between the Prince Residence and the Academy every day, haven’t you ever inquired about the price of food?"

Daozi touched his nose again feeling guilty; he was the distinguished Little Prince with a Prince Residence waiting for him to inherit in Beijing, why should he bother about such matters?

Daohua: "People always say it’s too late to study books when they’re needed, and it’s the same with these life-related survival skills. If you don’t even know the basic level of prices, get ready to be cheated and tricked by people below you."

Seeing the little guy still seemed somewhat unconvinced, Daohua continued: "If you knew how much food a tael of silver could buy, you could figure out exactly how much to spend based on the number of refugees outside."

"There are only a few hundred refugees outside, even if each one gets a pound of food, a few hundred pounds will be enough, and it should cost just a few taels of silver at most. But you gave an entire hundred-tael silver note immediately, who else but you could be called a big sucker?"

Daozi’s eyes widened: "Should I then go back to Aunt Guyu to get that silver note back?"

Daohua looked at Daozi with amazement: "Can you really take back something you’ve already given away?"

Daozi, feeling regretful, didn’t respond; asking for the silver note back would certainly be embarrassing. After thinking for a moment, Daozi clenched his fists and said, "From now on, I will pay attention to prices and won’t be a big sucker again."

Seeing her son took it to heart, Daohua smiled without adding more. Seeing Daozi pouting, in a good mood she said:

"Didn’t I just tell you? When you encounter a problem, think of a way to solve it. If you’re out of silver, just find a way to earn some. Look at that aggrieved expression, it doesn’t resemble your father’s or my style at all."

Daozi’s eyes brightened, suddenly looking towards his twins.

Big Uncle gave him a silver note, and his younger brother and sister also had one.

The twins, solving a nine-link puzzle, suddenly felt a chill, looking at their elder brother instinctively feeling a threat, they instinctively stepped back and even turned to hide the gold-crafted nine-link puzzle they held.

Daohua rolled her eyes, glaring at her eldest son unimpressed; this darned kid was really aiming his tricks at his own younger siblings.

Alas, Daohua looked at the twins sympathetically, as if she already saw the scene where their silver notes were conned away by Daozi.

Without experiencing trials and tribulations, one cannot grow robust; let their brother help them see how ruthless society can be.

As he spent his own silver, Daozi was especially concerned; he personally went to keep an eye on the cook making food, and only when the refugees surrounding the caravan had all eaten did he return satisfied to the carriage.

"Mom, I’m hungry."

Watching Daozi holding his milky tea happily, Daohua smiled: "Little Prince seems to be in a good mood."

Daozi smiled mysteriously, grabbing his chopsticks and started eating heartily.

Seeing the satisfied smiles on the faces of the refugees, he too felt happy.

Daohua and Xiao Yeyang exchanged a look and smiled silently at each other.