On the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month, Zhao Jun left home with money in his pocket. Following Wang Meilan's instructions, he slung a woven basket over his shoulder and headed to the general store to buy peanuts and melon seeds, and to settle their tab from before the New Year.
The tab wasn't just for the tin of malted milk Zhao Jun had picked up. For the past two months, whenever the Zhao Family bought something from the general store, they had usually put it on their account.
This was a common practice in villages. After all, people back then often found themselves short on cash, perhaps because they hadn't yet sold their grain or mountain goods and didn't have any money on hand.
For a family with a good reputation like the Zhao Family, getting credit was certainly not a problem.
Zhao Jun hadn't gone far when he heard Li Baoyu calling him from behind. He stopped and waited for him for a moment.
