After seeing off the villagers and closing the courtyard gate, only the family remained. Qin Yao finally had time to manage the family's grain sales money.
Liu Ji's health had improved considerably. Leaning on the stick handed to him by Second Lang, he made his way to the living room. When he saw the large basket of silver coins on the floor, his eyes lit up. He picked up a few copper coins and then tossed them back, listening to the pleasant metallic clang, curiously asking:
"Wife, how much have we made from the sales?"
Qin Yao was focusing on her abacus, and the sound of beads clicking was loud, "We sold six thousand pounds yesterday, of which one thousand pounds were from the old house, at a selling price of thirty cents per pound, totaling exactly one hundred eighty taels, less thirty taels from the old house, leaving a hundred fifty taels to account..."
