“We have already given the betrothal gifts, and the Nan family should return them.”

Shu Zhizhen took a heavy cloth bag from Zhao Hui's hand and placed it at Zhao Pozi's feet; it contained exactly five taels of silver.

Zhao Laizi immediately rushed over, picked it up, and put it in his pocket.

Five taels of silver is enough for him to visit the brothel many times over.

Granny Zhao: "Village chief, this is the Nan family's fault. If it weren't for Zhao Hui's instigation, I wouldn't have done such a foolish thing. The marriage that was supposed to be arranged is off, and the Nan family should at least compensate us."

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless.

"It's not much, just ten taels of silver."

The villagers sighed in disbelief. "Your family didn't even give this much as a betrothal gift, and you still only gave ten taels? You're shameless!"

We should stay away from the Zhao family in the future, lest we be extorted for money again.

Shu Zhizhen was furious: "Zhao Cuifen, don't push your luck!"

Ten taels of silver—even selling all the valuables in the house wouldn't be enough to raise the money.

In that case, it would be better to marry the daughter off to him.

For some reason, Zhao Hui, who is usually very shrewd, stood to the side with her head down.

Zhao Hui: God knows, I almost got divorced by my husband last night.

“How am I being unreasonable?” Granny Zhao protested. “Your family is so eager to marry your daughter to my son. What’s wrong with that? I’m already asking for less than ten taels.”

Granny Zhao wanted to take advantage of their family. Since the betrothal gifts had already been returned, she certainly wouldn't let go of the opportunity to profit from them.

Zhao Xinghai: "Zhao Cuifen, in the entire Taile Village, who can come up with ten taels of silver!"

"Those five taels?"

The villagers looked at her with shameless eyes, and Zhao Xinghai kept a sullen face.

"Three ounces, that's the lowest I can offer!"