"Yeah." Tong Sanlang nodded, lighting the fire and stuffing firewood into the stove, "It's a tough life. In my great-grandmother's words, those silvers taken from the people should be used for the people."
"Although my great-grandfather explained that these were the resources for future rebellion, my great-grandmother said there was plenty anyway, and when the silver ran out, there would still be gold. So, my grandfather handed out the silver for disaster relief."
"Wait a second." Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but interrupt him, "Are you saying, the treasure buried beneath my house, actually belongs to your family?"
"The brave man who stormed into the Imperial Palace of the previous dynasty, looted the National Treasury but was beaten out, was your great-grandfather?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't explain clearly last time." Tong Sanlang showed his apology.
By this point, there was no sense in hiding it from Qiao Xiaomai.
He had said what he needed to say.
