The next day, Wuqing and Wuyou went to help with sales. They returned, elated, as dusk fell in the afternoon.
"Miss, Miss, look!" Wuqing rushed into the courtyard, a box in her hands.
Gu Qingli smiled at her.
Wuqing gently placed the box in her hand and said with a smile, "Miss, open it and have a look."
Gu Qingli nodded, opened the box, and saw it was filled with silver banknotes, silver ingots, and copper coins.
"Did you count it?"
Wuqing shook her head. "No, let Miss count it and see how much money we made today."
"What did you sell that brought in so much money?" Ms. Su asked, arriving just then with Gu Xicheng's support.
Wuqing quickly fetched a chair.
"It's some wine. Father can take some back to drink later," Gu Qingli said.
"Your father is in no condition to drink! Absolutely not!" Ms. Su immediately refused.
Gu Xicheng wanted some, but seeing Ms. Su's expression, he clamped his mouth shut.
