Zhao Meimei lay in bed that night, eyes wide open, pondering how she could possibly get to the provincial capital. The farthest place she had ever been was to her Brother Yangyang's house in the city center.
Zhao Meimei's mind was racing, calculating step by step how she should proceed, like solving a math problem.
Zhao Meimei wasn't in the habit of saving her pocket money. Whatever her mom gave her, she'd take and spend right away. Moreover, her mom only ever gave her enough for a popsicle on a hot day.
The family's money was all kept in the drawer of the master bedroom, usually saved up for a week until her dad had a day off to take it to the bank.
Today was Wednesday, and there were already three days' worth of funds in the drawer.
