When Lin Dawei received the 1000 taels of silver from Lin yuelan and bought the fields from the villagers, he had not shown any greed on his face. His face was calm, and there was no joy or anger. He had only been doing his own things conscientiously.
However, at this moment, when he took the one hundred taels from Lin yuelan, he lost his composure and was touched. He couldn't suppress the excitement on his face. His hands trembled as he held the silver and said, " it's really more than a hundred taels. It's really more than a hundred taels!"
They had to risk their lives to hunt in the mountains in order to get some harvest and sell it for some money. However, they had to prepare some medicine for their injuries. Therefore, they could only save a few dozen taels of silver in a year.
But now, all he had to do was run an errand and speak a little, and he had already gotten his hands on a hundred taels.