Chang Lian pinched the purse at his waist, which held only a hundred coins. That was what his father had given him when his parents had last gone to Pingzhou, plus what was left from the New Year's red envelope. Over the past few months, he had spent only a few dozen coins, and even those he had lent to a classmate in need. He had learned much from his father; though he lacked the ability to bestow favors upon the Chang family like his father, he could help some poor folk with potential from outside the family. Otherwise, he wouldn't part with a single coin.
Zhulan had waited half a day for Chang Lian to speak but to no avail. Watching as his fingers continuously pinched at the purse, she could even hear the clinking of copper coins, "Do you want some silver coins?"
