Old Zhou went out for a stroll, and whether the sun had addled his brain or cleared it, by the time Manbao and Ms. Qian came to, he sighed and asked, "How do you want to divide it?"
Ms. Qian had slept for an hour and also made a plan, saying, "I think, Eldest, Two, and Third should get fifteen taels each for their families; Four only has one child, and you worry he'll be reckless with money, so just give him ten taels to hold onto himself. The rest should get five taels each, including Xi and Manbao."
Manbao hadn't expected to hear her own name and excitedly asked, "I get money too?"
Ms. Qian smiled and said, "Of course, you're a major contributor. If your brothers and sisters get some, how could you not?"
All had worked the land together, and to be exact, the big room would suffer a bit, for Datou and Daya were already half laborers.
Yet such family matters shouldn't be too precisely calculated; when it comes down to the details, that's when the family falls into chaos.
