"Alright, let's talk business," Xiaoxiao said as she finished changing the baby's diaper. "Today my sister gave me her share of the earnings from selling the underwear."
"Mhm," Yang Ming merely acknowledged, not inquiring about the amount. He knew it must have been substantial.
"Husband, I was thinking of giving each family fifty taels this time. It's been a while since we've handed out pocket money, and everyone has been working hard at home. We haven't done anything. Look at the planting this time, everyone did the sowing, and the corn seedlings were already sprouting by the time we got back."
"Okay, whatever you say." Every time this came up, Yang Ming couldn't help but feel grateful for having married such a good wife and having such a good family. Often, when people were poor, they'd stick together, but once rich, they'd squabble over silver, red-faced and hoarse. Thankfully, their family wasn't like that.
