"You, you..."
Old Mr. Yang's lips trembled as he looked at his daughter.
Glancing at her rounded belly again, his old face turned beet red.
"Dad, your daughter really can't make it anymore."
Yang Lin, seeing her father unable to utter a complete sentence and her mother with a face ashen as iron, her eyes looking at her like she was a plague, knew that mentioning money was like hitting them where it hurt the most.
She fiercely pinched her own thigh, and her tears fell even more fiercely.
"Before you came, I even tried to borrow silver from our clan leader, but you must not know, Dad, I've borrowed from every family in the village that can lend. Everyone is... Dad, I don't need much, just eight hundred taels, eight hundred taels will do.
Really, Dad, Mom, it's the first time, truly the first time I've asked you for help. Just help your daughter this once and borrow some from Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Fifth Brother.