Hearing the sum of one hundred thousand, Su Linfang's eyes lit up.
One hundred thousand! She could slave away, work her fingers to the bone until she was old, and still not earn one hundred thousand!
In her mind, Su Linfang hastily calculated that between her and her husband, through farming, selling chickens and pigs, they only made a total of less than two thousand a year.
After a hard decade, they would only have twenty thousand, another strenuous ten years, and then forty thousand... one hundred thousand would take them fifty years of toil given their current situation.
Fifty years later, whether they could still be alive in this world was another matter.
If Tang Huai was willing to spend one hundred thousand to buy that graveyard plot, she would somehow trick Peng Jiayao into giving some money.
Thinking of money, Su Linfang's eyes shone with a greedy sparkle, all converging in her eyes.
