If a trivial matter sparks discussion, the villagers might seize upon it and gossip about it.

She didn't want people to think that the Shen family was too stingy or not respectable enough.

Left with no other choice, she could only pull out twenty yuan from her old pocket.

Those were old clothes covered in faded white stains.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she took out the two banknotes.

She had crumpled those banknotes countless times; the edges were worn and frayed.

Then, with great reluctance, he slapped Su Qingzhi's palm and said fiercely.

"Here, twenty yuan! Pick a decent one!"

Her actions carried a hint of venting her anger.

"I'm giving you this money because of the Shen family; don't really think I owe you anything!"

But these words were never spoken.

Su Qingzhi held the two banknotes in her hand, a cold smile appearing on her lips.

"Mom, is this all you have, just twenty yuan? Are you trying to give me a beggar's money, or am I supposed to use it to buy funeral clothes for my second brother?"

She gently unfolded the slightly limp banknotes in her hand, flipping through them while sneering.

"What can you buy with twenty yuan? Let alone a tailor shop, you might not even be able to find decent fabric."

She looked up and stared straight at him.

“If you want my second brother to dress like he’s going to a funeral, then this money is certainly enough.”

"He's the groom who's going to marry the village chief's daughter! At the supply and marketing cooperative, if you just take some decent fabric and ask a tailor to sew it up for less than a hundred yuan, they won't even serve you!"

"One hundred? One hundred might not even be enough! Do you think the village chief's family is so easy to deal with? They have to consider the situation."

"If you keep being so stingy, my second brother will lose face big time!"