Xiao Bei stared at the more than two thousand taels of silver banknotes and couldn't help but swallow his saliva: "Two thousand taels..."
Ji Dong suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Speaking of which, in a few days, it will be Mother's Sacrificial Day."
Although their mother, Xu Shi, had passed away eight years ago, the mention of Sacrificial Day still inevitably brought a silence to the room.
Especially for Ji Dong, Xu Shi had passed away when he was eight years old, and he had experienced much motherly love during his childhood.
Ji Xinhe pursed his lips and then said, "Hmm, let's get ready early and go to Mother's grave."
Ji Dong suddenly laughed again: "Why mention this at such a good time? Forget it, let's think more about the good stuff. Since this grape wine sells so well, do you plan to continue producing it? If you want to keep producing it, we should hire more workers, otherwise we really can't handle it."