"Then get ready. There are eighty tables and the banquet is in the alley. I'll personally invite the neighbors. Thank you for your hard work, brother and sister-in-law." Heng Yi stood up.
This was the only chance to repair their relationship.
The Heng family didn't play any tricks. As long as they didn't go overboard, he wouldn't be stingy with money.
But if…
This was their only chance. He hoped that they would not miss it.
Old Woman Heng said carefully, "but, but tidying up also requires money."
".."
Heng Yi looked at Old Woman Heng and took out a pouch.
Han Qiao had personally sewn the pouch. The color matched his clothes very well. There were even a few bamboo leaves embroidered on it, and there was a small word in the corner.
Han Qiao had sewn his name, Yi, in the same position in the purse as her own.
Heng Yi opened the pouch, took out two taels of silver, and handed them to Old Woman Heng.