Zhuangzi's mother spoke with her eyes fixed directly on Mu Shuangshuang.
This way, Mu Shuangshuang knew that her stance on the matter was firm and wouldn't easily change.
Mu Shuangshuang looked at the old lady in front of her, feeling quite helpless.
If it was just as the old lady said, just a bit of the harvest, she might have accepted it. But the things Zhuangzi's mother brought were clearly not just from the field's harvest.
Just the rice alone amounted to two bags, about two hundred jin.
Converted into money, it would be at least one tael and six qian of silver.
Adding these cured meats, dried fish, and sweet potatoes, it might have already exceeded two taels of silver.
Two taels of silver is certainly not a light gift, especially for farming families.
The two of them were at an impasse.
Zhuangzi's second brother came out to mediate.
