Hearing Qiao Xiaomai's words, Mrs. Sun slapped her thigh and started wailing, "You're heartless! Even though your family sits on a mountain of gold and silver, you want to dismiss me with just a few steamed buns and eggs. You're such a heartless and unfilial son!"
Qiao Xiaomai raised a brow, too lazy to deal with such talk.
Qiao Changshun just kept his head bowed, staying silent.
Where in his family was there a mountain of gold and silver? They could hardly afford to pay someone to harvest the wheat now.
The cold jelly noodles sold for fifty taels, and they started making tofu and bean curd less than ten days ago. The money they earned each day was less than one tael on slow days, and just about two taels on good ones. So the money they had earned these days was merely around sixty to seventy taels. However, buying the land cost eighteen taels, and plus all the other stuff they had bought in these days, quite a bit of money had been spent.