Manbao pursed her lips and stretched out her hand, "Hand it over!"
Zhou Silang was reluctant, Zhou Wulang rushed over to block the door, and Zhou Liulang, Datou, and Daya glared fiercely at Zhou Silang.
He felt somewhat aggrieved; everyone had money in their hands, and he was the only one without any, even unable to buy a bun when visiting the county town—only able to look on hungrily.
Zhou Silang's eyes reddened with distress; he wiped his eyes and fished out the copper coins from his pocket, slapping them into Manbao's hand. There were so many that the coins clinked and scattered onto the floor. He hadn't emptied his pocket completely and had to reach in three times before getting them all out.
Datou, Daya, Second Son, and Erya immediately knelt down to pick them up.
Zhou Silang crouched on the ground, wiping away tears, overcome with misery.