"Juan Zi, what do you think about the separation? About Zhao Zhan's house and land?"
"Yes, yes, yes. Let's finish everything in one go." Lizheng held a bowl of hot tea and took a sip. He didn't feel cold at all. "That house and land originally belonged to Zhao Zhan. Hurry up and return them to him."
"How? His father was poor in his studies, how much money could he leave after his death? Zhao Zhan is such a big boy, and he's been eating at my place for six years. How much money did he take from me?
"If it wasn't for our family, that land would have been abandoned long ago. Now that it's so rich because of us, it's already good enough that I don't ask you for money!"
Zhao Kuazi couldn't stand the cold and didn't want to care so much for formalities anymore. She piled the things in her hands onto her husband's body and walked over to dismantle the courtyard door herself. "I'll only compensate you with 20 silver, nothing else.
