Recently, Luo Yufang was in a very good mood because her eldest grandson had mentioned over the phone that his wife was pregnant, and she'd get to hold a great-grandchild again.
Just then, Shen Zhangming returned with a winnowing basket from outside.
"Did you get the stuff?" Luo Yufang leaned forward to peek at the motherwort seeds in the basket.
"Mhm." Although Shen Zhangming's face was expressionless, his mood was clearly very good as he set down the winnowing basket and said, "I gave Old Lu one yuan, and he split half of it with me."
"Money-grubber! How dare he ask for one yuan for just a few seeds." Luo Yufang cursed, then turned her head and cheerfully said, "This is good, I've heard motherwort is better than brown sugar for expelling lochia. I'll sow them next spring so that Wanwan can use them after she delivers the baby."
"Just be careful, we only have so many seeds, don't ruin them," warned Shen Zhangming with concern.
