Chapter 278

Daisy Miller suddenly lowered her voice. "I heard her husband was so furious he smashed all the bowls at home. He swore that if Margaret Lee's family dares to show up again, he'll gather people to beat them up."

These days, who doesn't hope for a house full of children?

Margaret's miscarriage had damaged her health badly—she might never conceive again.

"Are they cutting ties?"

Daisy scoffed. "Do you think that sly old fox George Lee would allow it? He's been counting on his wealthy son-in-law for a comfortable life."

She used to think George was simple and honest.

Now she knew—he was nothing but a man who'd sell his own daughter.

Changing the subject, Daisy asked, "Emily, it's been a while since you had Tommy. Don't you want to give David and Tommy a little sister?"

Another child?

Emily Johnson remembered the morning sickness, the excruciating labor pains, and the exhaustion of raising two children alone.

"I must not be destined to have a daughter. David and Tommy are enough for me."

Daisy glanced at the two brothers practicing their letters nearby and understood.

"True. Raising twins by yourself back then couldn't have been easy."

She sighed. "This year's corn harvest was poor in nearby brigades. Ours was the only one with a decent yield. My parents' brigade had some losses too, but it's better than others."

She could secretly help her family if they were truly starving, but too much would displease her in-laws.

"As long as there's enough to eat," Emily said softly.

Daisy nodded. "Now that the brigade isn't limiting how many chickens we can raise, many aunties have been selling eggs at the Supply & Market."

She then mentioned how Michael Stone often came to buy eggs.

"Michael, when are we going hunting?" Daniel River rubbed his hands eagerly.

After spring plowing, Michael had been preparing for college entrance exams, so Daniel hadn't dared to disturb him.

"Tomorrow," Michael replied, wiping his hoe.

Daniel jumped with excitement. "Perfect!"

Hesitating, he added, "Michael, I heard several brigades might face hunger this year because of bad seed stock."

Michael thought of the demoted official and snorted coldly.

"By the way, when will our brigade divide the land?"

"Need to ask again..."

Daniel scratched his head. "Um... Michael, the day after tomorrow, I have a matchmaking meeting. I was hoping to get some game..."

"How's Charles doing?"

"The Clarks are quite pleased, and Charles has no objections either." Both Daniel and Charles Clark had endured hardships—finally, they could marry.

"My mother said they'll divide the household after my wedding," Daniel admitted sheepishly.

"Good," Michael nodded.

He could tell Daniel's parents had been inspired by how well his own family had thrived after their household division.