After checking out all the different pickles, Yang Chuxia left the cellar, thinking that they had already sold three batches of crabs, but the profit-sharing hadn't been given to Brother An yet, so she took some silver and went to find him.
At this time, Brother An was reading and practicing his writing with Yang Qingrui. It seemed that Yang Qingrui was copying Brother An's writing, while Brother An was reading a book.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you helping your aunt?" Ye Zi'an saw her come in and quickly got up, giving her his chair.
Yang Chuxia waved the money bag in her hand, "Didn't we agree from the beginning that your one or two silver taels were counted as shares? We've already sold three batches of crabs, but we haven't given you your share yet. Isn't this me bringing you the money?"
In fact, Ye Zi'an never intended to take that one or two silver taels on that day, especially considering that he was still being taken care of by others for his injury at the time.
