"Alright, I will pack these up for you right away." The shopkeeper, seeing that the customer had just bought two rolls of his silk cloth in one go, was overjoyed. "That will be a total of three taels of silver."
Ye Ziping gladly accepted the price and handed over the silver without a whimper.
However, Yang Lichun, having made her purchase, was reluctant to leave. She wanted to see what Yang Chuxia was buying.
Yang Chuxia had sensed her intentions and chose to ignore her, continuing with her own shopping instead. She had a large family, and each person would need at least two sets of clothes. Their cloth was also needed for Old Yang and Ye Zi'an.
She meticulously selected around ten rolls of cloth before calling it a day.
Looking on from the side, Ye Ziping had a flash of hatred in his eyes. Yang Lichun was experiencing similar feelings.
"Hmph, such a poor soul, can't even afford a roll of silk."
