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"How could the poor afford such an umbrella?" Zhulan explained the value of her own umbrella, finally adding, "Take it to the pawnshop, and you'd get at least ten silvers, even with them pressing down the price."
The value lay in the wood, embroidery, and jade pendant.
Chang Zhong was stunned. "Our family's umbrella is worth that much silver?"
Zhulan smiled. "The cost of making it ourselves isn't high, but selling it externally fetches a good price. Your second brother brought back a lot of valuable wood, which didn't cost us any silver. We also have some jade stones that were not bought but are rare outside."
Of course, not every household's umbrella was so luxurious; the luxurious ones were in the main courtyard, which she had arranged herself then given each granddaughter one, keeping the rest for the main courtyard's use.
Chang Zhong, bright-minded, recalled the saying about the crime of hiding jade. "Mother, your son has been thoughtless."
