Zhou Silang eventually agreed, mainly because Manbao wouldn't leave unless he bought it.
After tying the iron pot on his back, Zhou Silang was still worried, "If Dad asks, shall we say it was you who insisted on buying it?"
"Silang, I've already offended Dad quite a bit recently. Why don't you take the blame this time?"
Zhou Silang was disgruntled, "Dad will beat me up."
"Dad will beat me up too."
"No, he won't."
"I feel like he will."
The siblings couldn't convince each other, and when they drove the ox cart home, Old Zhou was surprisingly not there!
Zhou Silang, acting like a thief, carried the pot into the kitchen, deciding to keep it a secret for as long as possible until dinner when his sister-in-law could use it to prepare delicious dishes.
Zhou Erlang shook his head with a smile and had the children unload everything from the ox cart.
Manbao had already run off with the bundle of jewelry to find her mother and sisters-in-law.
