Yang Ming got dressed and scrubbed his wife's bath bucket inside out until it was squeaky clean. He even washed the clothes he had changed out of and hung them up neatly before finally entering the room.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Xiaoxiao sitting at the table, busily writing something. Before he could even sit down, she handed him something—it turned out to be silver.
"Here you go, a total of one hundred and twenty-five taels!"
"..." Why was she giving him silver?
"It's the money for the fifty thousand catties of cabbages!"
"..."
Seeing that her cheap husband was not taking the silver, as if he really disliked the idea, Xiaoxiao continued, "I've said it before, one should be rewarded for their efforts. This is what you deserve for reselling the cabbages!"
"..."
"Keep it, keep it for when you marry a wife in the future!"
