Perhaps tomorrow, when I give silver, the silver might be seen by their officer, and then they'd really have something delicious to eat at that time. It might even implicate me.
Precisely because of this reason, the fat man never considered this matter in the first place.
Of course, the bigger reason is that the fat man doesn't care for this small amount of money. He wants big money, lots of silver, not just these dozens of small taels of silver.
To him, the price at which this house is sold is the kind of wealth that would take him years of hard work to earn.
Once inside the residential area, the three of them looked around continuously just like the fat man did the first time he came in. If it weren't for their splendid attire, no one would imagine that these three were so wealthy, forming a stark contrast with the patches worn by the passing commoners.
Although those commoners wore patches on their clothes, each seemed to have become accustomed to the environment here.
