After over twenty days of business, the wooden cash box had grown considerably heavier, and when shaken, it clinked chaotically. Hua Xiaomai sat at the table in the main hall, glanced at Jing Taihe, then at Hua Erniang, and with a beaming smile, she opened the box and dumped its contents onto the table, producing a crash as a heap of resplendent copper coins spilled out.
Yesterday, Meng Yuhuai had precisely given two hundred wen. She first set that money aside and then began to count the remaining copper coins on the table one by one with her fingertips. Hua Erniang, who was quick-tempered and impatient, could not stand her slow pace and pushed her aside, gathered all the coins in front of herself with a sweep of her hands, and counted them in just a moment. Then, her eyes gleamed as if sparking with gold, staring unblinkingly at Hua Xiaomai.
