Right up until they left the Government Office and boarded the horse carriage, Bai Yihong felt a chill running down his spine, as if he had been touched by frostbite. His daughter had finally arranged for him to do something and he had completely messed it up.
Bai Ruozhu understood her father's feelings and held his arm, saying: "Dad, there are so many scammers these days. I once received some dried fish, then thought about reselling it to the rich for a profit. Guess what happened?"
Bai Yihong was drawn in by her words, perking up from his previous despondency.
"What happened?" He quickly asked.
"That man took my dried fish and gave me a one-hundred tael silver banknote. I told him I couldn't break the note, so he said he'd go into his house and find me some broken silver. But after waiting a long time, he never came out again." Actually, this story was made up by Bai Ruozhu, adapted from her previous life's experience of selling goods. But it was not entirely fictitious.
