Eldest Uncle Qian glanced at him and said to Old Zhou, "Since there's some at home, we can just use the scattered silver from home to exchange."
Only then did Old Zhou remember this, and he said with a silly laugh, "I've been so busy I'm dizzy, how could I remember there's silver at home?"
Old Zhou looked towards Ms. Qian, who didn't even twitch, simply lifting her eyelids to say, "There's not that much silver."
She had clearly heard that between the two families, there was still eleven taels not given. The silver at home was tiny, like little peas, barely above three taels, not enough to exchange for anything.
"Oh." Old Zhou turned to Manbao, "Come on, let's cut the silver."
Manbao didn't know why her dad was so enthusiastic about cutting silver, but she sighed and stepped forward, estimating the weight of four taels and seven taels, then drew a line on the silver.
