Old Zhou made his way home, clutching his purse. When he reached his doorstep, he waved goodbye to the village head and, after closing the door, promptly pulled out the purse.
When Old Master Bai had stuffed the purse into his hand, he had felt something was off. Upon opening and pouring it out, a ten-tael silver ingot fell into his palm.
Zhou Silang, who was cleaning up the yard, saw it and his mouth fell open wide. His first thought was, "Dad, did you pick up the Bai family's money bag on the road?"
In the entirety of Qili Village, who else but the Bai family could produce a ten-tael silver ingot?
Old Zhou shot him a glance, "Do you think your dad is that sort of person? This is compensation from the Bai family to ours."
Zhou Silang's eyes nearly popped out as he asked, "Why?"
Old Zhou ignored him and headed straight to the main house. Zhou Silang hurriedly dropped what he was holding and followed.