Eight taels of silver, this was more than Qiao Xiaomai had expected.
The total of copper coins and chunks of silver in her hands did not even amount to forty taels, and she was about to spend eight taels of silver on a sheep that was only to be used for milking...
She was somewhat hesitant.
In recent days, they had been living with an abundance of fish and meat, owning three hundred acres of farmland, and even claiming to be the wealthiest in Anping Village.
But now, she was even reluctant to buy a sheep worth eight taels of silver...
Once again, Qiao Xiaomai had a deep realization of her poverty, and the previous sense of urgency returned.
"Well...let's wait until we have harvested our wheat to buy it?" She asked Qiao Changshun for his opinion.
They had three hundred acres of wheat, after paying taxes and saving enough for the family, they could sell the rest.