About 80 to 90 taels of silver were the money she had earned recently. The remaining 50 taels were left over from purchasing the courtyard dwelling after her attractive husband had sold the books.
Song Que frowned.
He thought, "The money is still too little..."
However, he also knew that Qin Xiaoyao was already working very hard.
Moreover, if it had been an ordinary person, even if he worked hard for seven or eight years, he might not be able to save up the same amount of money Qin Xiaoyao had earned recently.
"Then take out 120 taels of silver to buy the rice and flour. Brown rice and coarse flour will do. You can buy more coarse flour. In fact, buy as much as possible. After buying them, we'll store them in the cellar," Song Que continued.
"But…" This time, Qin Xiaoyao finally didn't agree to his request.
As soon as she opened her mouth, she saw Song Que turn his head to look at her.
