As soon as Tong Xingda said this, Tong Sanlang glanced at him, a touch of resignation in his voice, "What laborer? I am Xiaomai's husband, it is perfectly right and proper for me to help her with some work."
"You regard her as your wife, but she hasn't taken you as her own!" Tong Xingda stretched out his hand and poked Tong Sanlang's shoulder heavily, word by word, he explained, "Look at her, she would rather pay so many taxes than transfer those farmlands under your name."
"Tell me, what did you gain from marrying her?"
"No farmlands, no child, you, a dignified scholar, have spent every day working on the fields for her like an unpaid laborer!"
Tong Xingda's poking force was quite strong, Tong Sanlang could not help but step back from his poking.
With an expressionless face, Tong Sanlang said, "Father, did you receive that one thousand six hundred taels of silver out of thin air?"