Liang Zhichen faltered for a moment, and Shu Yu, who had been covering her mouth to suppress her cough, suddenly paused as well.
"Are you serious?" his voice was hoarse, his eyes flickered with indecision.
Dong Huiying looked at Liang Shujun, who was still in a coma on the kang, oblivious to everything.
"Shujun is the best example, isn't she?"
Indeed, that was precisely the case!
Zhi Chen clenched his fists, his expression resolute. "Leave the matter of the silver to me."
Dong Huiying looked at him in surprise, "You need to think this through, several thousand, even tens of thousands of taels, it's not a small sum."
Hong Xiangjun ran a gambling den in the mountains, and even after a year, the net profit was just over a hundred taels.
Yet for the Liang family, a sum of a few thousand or tens of thousands of taels was undoubtedly a huge amount of money. Even in many families in the mountains, earning that much could take several lifetimes, if possible at all.
