"Alright." Wei Chiyu agreed without hesitation.
As he spoke, he took out a brown money bag from his pocket and stuffed it all into Zhou Xiaoli's hands. "There are about five taels of silver inside. I wonder if it's enough."
The money bag was heavy. Five taels of silver was almost enough to build a house in the village and it could be considered a considerable sum.
Zhou Xiaoli had a puzzled look on her face. She had money in her hands but why did it feel like she had made herself miserable for it?
She hurriedly returned the money bag to him. "Aiya, I was just joking. My family ate some of the prey too. Let's consider it even."
Wei Chiyu did not take it and shook his head. "I'll give it to you. I don't need it."
Zhou Xiaoli was speechless.
Treating money like dirt?
"Young man, you have such high self-realization. God, please let me meet such a simple-minded person more often," she thought.
