After dinner, as they lay on the Kang, Old Man Ye spoke up, "Wife, the silver we've earned these days should also be divided."
He Shi immediately guarded her provisions, "What now? Those two whelps have filled your head with sweet nothings, and you've lost all sense of direction? The fourth hasn't come back yet, so what's there to divide?"
He Shi didn't want to admit that she simply couldn't bear to hand over her silver to someone else.
Old Man Ye sighed, "Ye Gaosheng and the second one have been out looking for Xiaojiu these past few months, and there's been hardly any income at home. Zhang Shi has never asked for money before, and now that sowing season is upon us, there will inevitably be some expenses. Since we initially agreed to divide the business, we can't keep dragging our feet, lest we chill the children's hearts."
