Three hundred seventy thousand in full!
Exactly thirty-seven silver notes, each made of cotton are super-large denominations of ten thousand taels.
Fitting into the palm of his hand.
Very thick, very soft.
Adding the previous savings of one hundred ten thousand, Liang Qu's on-hand silver reserves skyrocketed to four hundred eighty thousand!
Just shy of five hundred thousand!
Fist had stayed in Burrow Dwelling for three years, causing a sensation with a single action!
Secure.
Incredibly secure.
If he encountered any treasures again, he wouldn't just be watching helplessly.
A thick stack of ledgers.
Liang Qu had not opened them.
He couldn't understand them.
Each profession has its specialization; if the Zhang and Li Families were intent on falsifying the accounts, Liang Qu, an outsider who was not even clear about how many mine veins the two families were operating, would not have been able to spot anything shady at all.
