Tan Zhongzhong and his brothers were almost all raised by the hand of the Wang Clan, and to this day, they still harbored a shadow in their hearts.
But what use was it to be afraid?
The silver that was his due, he must still claim, otherwise wouldn't he be making it too easy for others?
In the past, he had no son and no say, but now it was different, he even had one more daughter than Tan Zhengyong!
"You unfilial thing, how much property do you think this family has? You still want twenty taels, we don't even have two taels of silver!" the Wang Clan scolded angrily.
Ever since the family division, the clan's silver had only been diminishing, how could they take out another twenty taels?
If they, the two elders, didn't clutch silver in their hands, who would take care of them in their old age and at their funeral?
Tan Zhongzhong didn't dwell on the matter of the silver anymore.
Truth be told, he didn't even set much store by that pittance.
