At dinner, the entire family watched as Little Monk Jingkong was fiddling with a golden abacus, all of them feeling as if they were about to get blinded by its dazzling brilliance.
Little Monk Jingkong did not have much understanding of gold; the currency he knew about was only copper money and silver because these were the only types he had spent in his house so far.
As he said, he only liked the golden abacus because he thought it looked nice.
Gu Jiao: Perhaps every child likes shiny things?
Just one bead from the golden abacus, if sold, could provide for their family's meals for a year. But they still had moral integrity; no matter how poor they were, they would never consider taking advantage of Little Monk Jingkong's golden abacus.