Yang Ruoqing's expression remained normal and she twitched her lips.

"Then how many taels of milk can you give as a betrothal gift to Uncle Wu?"

she asked.

I didn’t say I wouldn’t borrow it, and I didn’t say I would borrow it either.

Mrs. Tan thought for a moment and said, "Our family doesn't have much money to begin with, and something like this happened again. We took out one or two to break the bank!"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed.

I overheard what Yang Huazhou and Bao Suyun were saying before.

The Tan family can give out two taels.

One or two less now?

Will the remaining three liang of the joint work be considered as the head of their third room?

What a beautiful idea!

"Fat Ya, don't think about it. We know that you have been selling tofu recently and how many of them you have."

Tan continued.

"You can move it over to your fifth uncle first and we'll give it back to you later."

"Don't worry, we'll give you an IOU and we won't give you a dime!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and was about to open her mouth.

Yang Huazhou, who had been silent over there, suddenly spoke up.

"Father, mother, third brother and the others have been newly assigned, and the fields have not yet been harvested."

“A family of five relies on tofu to earn some money for food and clothing.”

"We can't borrow it from anyone in the village, not from Third Brother and the others!"

Yang Huazhou said in a deep voice.

Mrs. Tan rolled her eyes at Yang Huazhou.

"You idiot, if you borrow from someone else in the village, you have to pay interest!"

"Your third brother and the others are members of our own family. They don't need to pay interest. They can just move it around. We can pay it back when we have it!" said Tan.

Yang Huazhou frowned.

"Dad came over last night and told me that he could get two taels out of it."

"Why is there one tael missing now?" he asked.

Tan glared at Lao Yangtou: "Your father doesn't know clearly, he said it wrong."

"I am in charge of our family's money. I will decide how much we have and how much we can pay!"

Yang Huazhou was not happy to hear this.

Last night, Dad patted his chest and told him to rest in peace and recuperate.

He doesn't need to worry about getting married.

At least two taels of silver, and selling iron will help him get his wife into the house!

He told Suyuna now that he could only produce two taels.

Not only did Suyun have no objection, she also took out what she kept at the bottom of the box and posted it upside down!

At this moment, not even two liang can come out?

"Mom, don't fool me, an honest person doesn't understand anything!"

Yang Huazhou said in a deep voice.

"Our family's wealth goes beyond this."

"Even if you lose money and go out, mom, you will definitely still have five taels of silver in your cabinet!"

"Is it ridiculous to spend just one tael on me? The one who is short of money will go and embarrass the third brother and the third sister-in-law?" he asked.

Tan was stunned.

He exchanged looks with Lao Yangtou.

The old couple both saw the same shock in each other's eyes.

When did these five guys become so knowledgeable about this family?

Feeling guilty for a while.

Over there, Yang Huazhou continued: "In recent years, like my third brother, I have been working in the fields from dawn to dusk."

"When I have free time, I will help others."

"As long as I can earn money from carpentry and bricklaying work, I will take on any job like making coffins."

"I don't keep even half of the wages I earn, I give them all to my mother."

"The wages alone are only five or six taels of silver!"

"I'm just looking forward to getting married later so that both of us can look better and my wife won't be wronged."

"But mother, what about you? You still have more than five taels of silver, so why don't you give me one tael to get married?"

"Lao Wu!"

Mr. Tan shouted at Yang Huazhou.

"That's right, I still have five taels of silver at home," said Tan.

"It's all for you to get married. How will your sister's dowry be arranged?"

"The Chinese New Year is coming soon, how are we going to spend it together as a family of more than a dozen people?"

"You can't just care about yourself and your wife and not care about the life or death of others, right?"

Tan asked Yang Huazhou in turn.

Yang Huazhou was so angry that his face turned red and his neck became thick.

"Mei'er? Do you still have the nerve to mention Mei'er?"

"This disaster was caused by her!"

"At this moment, mother still wants to hold on to her money?"

"It's so chilling!"

"I'm not getting married! When I get better, I'll move out and live in a cowshed by myself, and I'll be a bachelor for the rest of my life!"

Yang Huazhou turned his head away, so angry that the veins on his forehead protruded one by one.

When Mr. Tan saw this, his eyebrows stood up.

He opened his mouth to scold him, but Old Yangtou stopped him.

"When something happens, we have to work together to get through it. Can we solve the problem by arguing?"

Old Yangtou stood between Tan and Yang Huazhou, speaking earnestly to mediate.

Seeing that these two people were silent for a while, Old Yangtou once again focused his attention on Yang Ruoqing.

"Girl Qing, have you heard everything? Grandma, please be tight!"

"Your fifth uncle is getting married, and your sister-in-law also has to prepare a dowry, food and clothing for the family, hey!"

"Hao Qing'er, at this time, you are the only one who can help me!"

"Move a few taels of silver and let's go through your fifth uncle's marriage together. How about that?"

Old Yangtou discussed this with Yang Ruoqing with a sincere face.

Yang Ruoqing laughed.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. Our family doesn't have any money!"

"How is that possible? Girl Qing, you are just joking with me!"

"You're really not kidding," Yang Ruoqing said.

"When I left home, I had nothing."

"It's hard not to be hungry now, but there's no harvest at all in the fields!" she said.

The smile on Old Yangtou's face froze.

"If you can't move three liang, two liang will do. If that doesn't work, just one liang?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head.

"Not a penny!"

She said simply.
To be continued...