Lin Baiyi quickly nodded and went into the kitchen. In no time, Lu Qiubo came out holding a box.
"Grandma, what's that in your hands, your dowry?" Lin Caisang jokingly asked, eyeing the box she was holding.
"Stop, what dowry?"
Lu Qiubo grumpily glanced at her granddaughter.
"My family was too poor. When I married your grandpa, all I had was the clothes on my back, nothing else."
Country girls marrying off, what kind of dowry did they have? If they were a bit better off, they would have a couple of silver coins with them. Those without money could only arrange for their wedding garments, buy a red strap, and that was that.
"This is something your father asked me to keep safe."
"My dad?"
Hearing it was something from her father, Lin Caisang's eyes immediately lit up.
