Ruo Shui couldn't help but speak again, "Shopkeeper Hu, my daughter isn't joking, and neither am I—we'll take all these papers. Please tally up how much money that will be."
Ruo Xuan nodded vigorously, "That's right, I'm not joking, we want them all! Shopkeeper Grandfather, how much silver?"
The master of her family's finances, she pulled out a tael of silver, proving that she was not joking.
Only then did Shopkeeper Hu start to believe, "Really buying?"
Ruo Shui nodded, "Really buying."
"Preposterous! Paper that sits too long will turn yellow. The copied books will look like old books—who would buy them? I won't take them back, don't say I didn't warn you!"
Have they lost their minds?
They didn't look like they were from a wealthy family!
Since the children's new clothes were not yet made, they were all wearing old clothes, so Shopkeeper Hu couldn't believe they were able to produce a tael of silver.
