Xiao Yuchuan moved his lips, swallowed the words he was about to say, "Yes, Fuquan, rest assured, I have enough money."
"That's good." Zhou Fuquan didn't doubt, exchanged pleasantries for a while, and then left with Wang Cuihua.
Once they left, Xiao Yuchuan's face dropped, "Wife, where did I get a tael of silver as private money? Why don't I know?"
"Magically."
He mumbled, "If I could really produce it magically, that would be great..."
Xiao Yishan also said, "Yue'er's approach is right; we can't let the Fuquan's couple be embarrassed any further."
Xiao Yuchuan sighed, "My wife, it's hard to earn a tael of silver." He looked at her with bright eyes, "You're already quite capable, even though you sold my load of goods at a cheap price, the actual cost is not more than one tael, and you sold it so quickly, making more than 200 copper coins. It's all my fault for having such a broken body that's falling apart, getting sick at this time. Otherwise..."
