Zhou Lijun said, "I will never dare to water it again, what if I ruin it? A hundred gold, that's a thousand taels of silver."
Zhou Silang turned his head and exclaimed in disbelief, "How much?"
"A thousand taels, Fourth Uncle, you haven't figured out how much a hundred gold is in silver yet?"
Zhou Silang was counting on his fingers and couldn't figure it out, so he looked at Manbao.
Manbao nodded, and Zhou Silang covered his chest, unable to speak. It was indeed too much.
Zhou Silang's gaze at the flowerpot almost turned into a shape of Yuanbao, "Manbao, this flower is so important, are we just leaving it on the desk?"
"It is for viewing, where else should we put it if not on the desk?"
Zhou Silang always felt it was unsafe to leave it on the desk, "It's so dangerous, think about it. While you are studying here, walking around, what if you accidentally knock and break the pot?"
