Da Han handed the account book to Lin Jiazhong; his expression was also looking somewhat unpleasant.
Lin Jiazhong took the account book in a daze. It was filled with densely packed characters, neat and clean, but he couldn't make out a single word. The only thing that he could see clearly was the final figure of fifty-six taels.
His hands were trembling. Did he really have to sell his house? But how much could those few rooms possibly fetch? Lin Yuan had already generously paid a high price for his land; could he ask her to pay a high price for his house as well? Even if she were willing to buy, could he sell it? Without the house, where would his family go? To Lady Yang's place? No, no, that wasn't possible; there were only two rooms there, nowhere near enough space for the three of them. Moreover, with his unfilial son's current condition, it was totally out of the question.
