200 yuan is a lot, but is it more than 888?!
"Alright!"
In that split second when the heartache was so intense it almost felt like the soul leaving the body, Zhao Xiuhua dazedly saw her already impoverished wallet, once again suffering even more hardship.
"But..." Zhao Xiuhua fixated her gaze on Old Mrs. Chu: "Sister-in-law, I have something to say."
"We can come up with the two hundred yuan for the dowry, but this girl must stay home for a good period of time to keep me company. She can't just rush off to the military to become a burden for our Little Three."
How long is a good period of time?
At the very least, until we've earned back those ten sets of 200 before discussing the future.
...
Since they wanted to send off the plague, Old Mrs. Chu really shouldn't have agreed.
But... it's two hundred yuan!
She was so excited she started shaking.
