The next day, Zhulan was no longer angry, but Zhou Shuren's purse was still being controlled. Zhou Shuren felt a bit dispirited.
Chang Zhong pulled on his father's hand, "Daddy, let's go wandering the streets again today."
There were still so many things he liked that he hadn't bought, and yesterday he had only thought about himself, not even bringing gifts for his nephew and niece yet!
Zhou Shuren said with a pang in his heart as he pinched his son's chubby cheeks, "Daddy doesn't have Silver Coins."
Chang Zhong wriggled free from his father's hand and patted his own purse, "I have, I have Silver Coins."
Zhou Shuren had already heard the jingling in the purse yesterday and couldn't help but chuckle, "You only have a few copper coins, right? At most, they could buy a few skewers of candied haws."
