"Alright," Shen Yijia replied. She glanced at Song Zhaozhao, who was waiting not far away. She took out a pouch and threw it to him. "I might not be able to come to the wedding banquet when you get married. I'll give you some money in advance."
Who asked this person to be so thick-skinned and call her grandaunt? As an elder, she couldn't possibly not express her gratitude, right?
Shen Dali was so touched that he was about to cry.
However, her heart ached. Without giving Shen Dali a chance to speak, she waved her whip and drove the carriage towards the end of the village.
She had given Shen Dali two pouches in the past two days. The pouches she gave him contained more than 20 taels of silver.
Madam Li brought the children to pack their luggage. There was nothing valuable at home, mainly because everyone's clothes had to be brought along. These were all newly made in the past two years.
Shen Yijia brought Furball up the mountain again.
