Father Jian's hands were faster than his brain. With a flash, he covered the silver and snatched it into his arms.
He opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time. After a long while, he finally closed his mouth, which was wide open from shock.
"Oh, my God!"
He felt his heart almost jump out of his throat, and his brain stopped thinking. He could only hold the silver in his arms in a daze, not daring to move at all.
After a while, he quietly opened a gap in his clothes and immediately closed it again. After repeating it a few times, Jian Qingqing reassured him, "Dad, this is real silver, it's ours!"
He finally came back to his senses and asked his daughter in a daze, "Big Sister, how did you get so much? Isn't there only two catties of salt?"
"Your daughter is smart and resourceful!" Jian Qingqing raised her chin proudly.
Father Jian laughed foolishly. "Yes, my daughter is very smart!"
