Drunken Immortal Pavilion.
Young Master Su and two other little beggars, after eating and drinking to their fill, paid the silver contentedly and walked out the door.
Of course.
Content was only Young Master Su.
The two little beggars were pained.
Fifty-six taels of silver.
That was fifty-six taels!
They might never in their lifetime beg for that much money.
Today they had the extravagance of a meal worth fifty-six taels of silver.
While eating they didn't feel it, but watching Young Master Su take out the money, their hearts and organs ached.
If years ago his family had even two taels of silver, more medicine could have been bought, and his mother wouldn't have died.
In the years of famine, had there been a bit of rice at home, his father and sister wouldn't have starved to death.
Thinking of those days with no rice to cook, eating wild herbs to quell hunger, the two little beggars were teary-eyed.
