Gu Jiao simply nodded: "Understood, I will pass it on to Ayan."
By evening, Gu Jiao returned home.
While shoveling chicken dung, Gu Yan, who just received his monthly wage of ten taels from Lord Gu, laughed heartily with hands on his hips!
"Little Monk!"
He found Little Jingkong in the vegetable garden in the front yard and triumphantly shoved a shovel and a small dustpan into the young lad's hands: "Good, from now on, you will have to shovel the chicken dung yourself!"
Little Jingkong frowned at him: "Are you going to leave your work undone again?"
Gu Yan raised an eyebrow and bent over to bring two silver ingots to Jingkong, boasting, "Aren't these beautiful? What do you think they are?"
Little Jingkong cast him a sideways glance: "Are you being silly? Why are you asking me?"