That day, when the villagers saw Tan Zhenghong driving the ox cart back home, every single one became restless.
Could it be that Fourth Brother Tan's Family had a chicken that laid golden eggs?
Purchase paddy fields, buy homesteads, they had just built a house, and now an ox cart, just how much silver did his family have?
It seemed like they could never run out.
Alas, that's what you call someone else's silver; you have to stretch and scrunch your own silver, otherwise, you wouldn't know how it's gone.
"Wasn't it said that Fourth Brother Tan's Family couldn't sell their braised meat anymore? And I didn't hear Tan Zhenghong caught any game recently, how did he earn so much silver?"
"Right, it couldn't just be savings from before, could it?"
"Who knows? Didn't they say his wife is a fool? Maybe they're spending for two as if for one," a woman said sourly.
"You spend for two as one, and maybe you can afford to build a house and buy an ox cart yourself."
