Old Hu glared at his youngest son hatefully, wishing he had never given birth to him. After obtaining the 17 taels of silver, he hadn't had the heart to spend it. Was he going to have to give it back before it had time to warm up in his hands?
Having never seen so much silver in his life, Old Hu was indignant. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if your family's rice seeds are made of gold, they're not worth so much."
Great-aunt sneered. "How can your family's wine be worth 17 taels when it's only sorghum? Aren't my grains more precious than your sorghum?"
Upon hearing this, the onlookers outside all understood. At the end of the day, Madam Ma-Liu was unwilling to accept losing the 17 taels of silver that the Hu family had taken from her by means of threat. This was revenge.
The people outside were happy to see this. Ever since Hu Man became the section commander, their lives had become much harder.
