He did not get off the ox-cart. Instead, he looked down at Old Madam Lin.
"So you're willing to give me 50 taels of silver?" He asked coldly.
Hatred flashed across Old Madam Lin's eyes, but she quickly hid it.
Then, she nodded.
Fourth Uncle Lin's expression became a little better.
"Alright. Then, get on the ox-cart." He said indifferently.
Old Madam Lin looked at Fourth Uncle Lin in disbelief.
"Aren't you going to pull me up?"
Fourth Uncle Lin frowned.
"Please hurry up." He said in a deep voice.
With this kind of attitude again, why should he help?
A hint of fear flashed across Old Madam Lin's face. When she thought of what her fourth son had done to her just now, she did not dare to say anything else.
She propped herself up and crawled out of the snow.
Then, she limped to the ox-cart.
After that, she climbed onto the ox-cart alone.
