"The two elders still need to raise and support Dazhuang, I'll need to weigh all aspects thoroughly."
The village chief had barely finished speaking when he added, "First and foremost, of course, we must inventory all the household possessions."
"Obviously, the Silver in the chest is no exception."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou's expression suddenly changed as she blurted out, "No!"
Her refusal was categorical, well aware that once the inventory was made public, she would have to face a significant loss. Those Silver Taels, imbued with past joys and sorrows, might be gone from her forever.
However, before the village chief could speak again, Jiang Xunzhong strode forward and snatched the chest, his gaze resolute: "What's the problem? Since you want to divide the family, yet you're so stingy with the Silver, how does that make sense?"
