Lin Baiyi and Yang Lin also fixed their odd gazes on Lin Shanshen's daughter-in-law, and couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, "This person really has the nerve to ask for the moon! Twenty taels of silver; who in the village needs that much to marry a maiden?"
Of course, if Lin Dama was to marry into another household, it would make sense to have a higher dowry, but Lin Dama has two daughters, who would also be taken to Liu Yushui's home.
Moreover, they were almost certain that if the twenty taels of silver were given to Lin Shanshen's family, not a single copper coin would come back.
"Mother, aren't the twenty taels of silver too much? Qiubo's family doesn't have that much..."
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Just as Lin Dama was about to speak, his mother scolded him harshly.