In the evening, Chen Jie and Su Yunjin looked at the two silver ingots on the table.
These were given to them by Wu Zhong before he left, as compensation from the Yu Family.
Truthfully, this money was a huge sum for the Chen family, enough to lift them directly from poverty to modest comfort.
Currently in Xiantao Village, dry land was priced at three taels per acre, and paddy fields at five taels, so this money was enough to buy several acres of good land and thus live a secure life.
Yet Chen Jie knew that in these times, true security was impossible.
From what he knew, Daqian was like a barrel of gunpowder, with tensions building up between nationalities, and between the people and the officials.
In such a situation, just a tiny spark might ignite the barrel, resulting in the smoke of war and the opening of chaotic times.
What seemed peaceful now was more like the calm before a storm!
