"If you don't give it to me, I'll report you to the authorities!"
The shopkeeper was somewhat angry; he was running a business, not playing house with her.
Upon hearing that she was to be reported to the authorities, Zou Shuang'er gritted her teeth and took off the hairpin from her head.
"Not enough," the shopkeeper said. "A thousand taels isn't enough for this little bit."
"Mother, what should we do?"
"Shopkeeper, I don't have any money. Could you wait until I go home to get some?"
"Madam, your house has collapsed. Are you trying to deceive me?"
Zou Shuang'er lowered her head: "We've moved to an inn."
"If you do this, leave your daughter here and go back to get her!" The shopkeeper was afraid she would run away.
"Mother, I don't want to be here, I want to stay with you." Zou Wanqing was almost crying.
"In that case, let's report it to the authorities, and then your husband can come and pay."
Zou Shuang'er trembled with fright.
How could that be?
Her husband is someone who can't be seen in public.
If that happens, wouldn't we be giving someone a handle to use against us?
"Wanqing, wait for your mother here. Your mother will be back soon."
As she spoke, she glared at Ye Lanyin resentfully, then hurriedly left.
Ye Lanyin stood to the side, continuing to select fabrics.
A short while later, Zou Shuang'er ran back, covered in sweat.
She had a dozen silver notes in her tin box, and hesitantly took them out.
"Shopkeeper, this is all I have left, could you... reduce the amount a bit?"
She asked cautiously.
She truly regretted it; why did she gamble?
Why should she tell others about her husband?
Why bring up your son?
If Ye Lanyin finds out, wouldn't that be...?
“Madam, since your husband is a high-ranking official and you have signed this sales contract, even if we take it to the yamen, I will still have a valid argument.”
"Since you're so sincere today, I'll accept nine hundred and ninety taels. Ten taels is fine!"
Zou Shuang'er was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.
The shopkeeper smiled and accepted the silver note from Zou Shuang'er, then took out ten taels of loose silver from the drawer and gave it to her.
"Madam, let me carry you."
The people stood at the door, looking at Zou Shuang'er with envy and whispering among themselves.
"She's really wealthy. Who is her husband? He's so rich."
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