Five days passed in a flash, and Bai Qi climbed out of the bath barrel, feeling weak in his limbs, carefully drying himself off.
He glanced at the bathing water whose verdant hue was gradually fading; every time he thought about the eighty taels of silver it cost, he couldn't help but want to bury his head in and take a few gulps to avoid wasting it.
It hasn't been long, yet the six hundred taels of tuition Old Liang helped advance was almost depleted.
Truly, spending money like water!
It's like the shiny silver slips through the fingers, unable to be held onto!
A fisherman making a living on the Black Water River would consider it affluent if he could save ten taels a year.
How could one afford such extravagance!
"Mind your status! You're now the respectable Boss Bai, running a large fish stall; how can you be so stingy!
It's just a mere medicinal bath, surely not enough to drain your family's resources!
