Jiang Youcai really couldn't hold back his laughter, showing his teeth but not his eyes.
Jiang Tanyue declined again and again, but in the end, the third room's bedding and pillows were taken away, while the other odds and ends were left behind.
She refused rice, flour, oil, pots and pans, chickens, ducks, and pigs — everything.
Jiang Youcai, feeling sorry for his granddaughter, decided to give her ten taels of silver. But in the face of Jiang Grandma's murderous glare, Jiang Tanyue sternly refused.
With her wisdom, eventually, Jiang Youcai converted the front and back courtyards of the thatched house and the wasteland covering more than an acre into land deeds and handed them over to Jiang Tanyue.
Until they were about to leave, Jiang Youcai sighed in despair, "Xiaohua, if only you were a boy, you would have inherited all your father's best qualities. What a pity! What a pity!"
