Crying About Being Poor

Xiang Weinan suddenly had a bad feeling. "So..."

"Lord, you should know that our family is not rich. Thinking back to a month ago, my parents didn't even have enough to eat. It wasn't easy for me to use all my savings to open that ready-to-wear clothes shop. There wasn't much business for many days, and our family was extremely poor. That 30 taels (monetary) of private room fee is too expensive. It's almost all of our family's savings."

As Shu Yu spoke, she couldn't help but sigh. "But we had no choice at that time. To get that painting, even if we had to go bankrupt, I had to do it, right? But this way, I'll be penniless. I don't know if my parents will beat me to death when I return."

The veins on Xiang Weinan's forehead throbbed.

Seeing that her words were getting more and more intense, Xiang Weinan could no longer bear it and called out to Hu Li, "Go get fifty taels (monetary) of silver for Lady Lu."