"Jianjian, our family isn't what it used to be. You can't keep spending lavishly anymore. Even if we have silver, you should be cautious with it, or how will we manage in future days?"
"Doesn't our family still have land? Mother, why are you worried? Now that Grandmother has been kicked out of the village, from now on, you'll be in charge of the household, and the silver will all be in your hands, won't it?"
Speaking of this matter, Madam Ruan was fuming. Old Master Mo kept a tight grip on the finances and was looking everywhere to sell land, saying he wanted to gather silver to take a concubine to serve him.
Old Master Mo is almost seventy this year, usually wobbly when walking, practically buried up to his neck in yellow earth, yet shamelessly wants to take a concubine.
