Finished speaking, they dashed ahead first, Lele hurriedly ran up following them, as if afraid Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi’an would call them back.
"So Lele got his money back?" Yang Chuxia asked Ye Zi’an.
"I suppose so." Ye Zi’an shook his head, indicating he also didn’t know the recent situation with his son.
"I’m suddenly curious, how much money did he make?"
Ye Zi’an glanced at her, then said, "Do you simply want to know the amount, or are you thinking of taking the money back?"
"Of course I want to know the amount." Yang Chuxia said, "Although I love money, I won’t take that little bit of silver from my son. If he has the ability to earn it, however much he makes is his, what would I do with it?"
"Then why don’t you just ask him later?"
"Let’s forget it, once I ask, he’ll definitely think we’re checking up on him." Yang Chuxia didn’t want her son feeling like he had no privacy.
"It’s fine, he probably already guessed I’ve checked up on him." Ye Zi’an said.
In the brothers’ courtyard, Lele was asking Yangyang if he wanted silver coins or banknotes.
"I want one hundred liang of loose silver, and the rest in banknotes." Yangyang thought for a mont then said, "Brother, you’re amazing, actually earning so much money."
He had given Lele four hundred and fifty liang at the ti, and now it’s nine hundred liang, which can buy so many things.
"So do you still want to earn more?" Lele asked again.
"Want to earn! Want to earn!" Yangyang nodded repeatedly, who dislikes having more money?
"Then I’ll give you four hundred liang, and the remaining five hundred liang stays with ." Lele rubbed his little brother’s head, "Brother will help you make big money."
"Thank you, brother!" As soon as he heard this, Yangyang imdiately hugged Lele.
"No, don’t thank yet!" Lele hurriedly waved his hand.
"Why?"
Lele laughed like a little fox, "I have conditions."
"What conditions?" Yangyang asked, blinking.
"From tomorrow, you’re not allowed to watch practice martial arts." This was definitely a headache he needed to solve quickly.
"No way!" Yangyang refused without a second thought, "Any condition is fine, just not this one. I’m not going to earn money with you. Give all nine hundred liang."
"You little tyrant!" Lele suddenly beca downcast, "Do you have to be so persistent?"
"Yes, absolutely!" Yangyang nodded firmly, "Less talk, give the banknotes!"
"Can’t we negotiate?" Lele, holding the banknotes, thought for a mont then said, "I’ll give you an extra two hundred liang? How about that?"
"Only two hundred liang?" Yangyang waved his hand, "Two hundred liang, you have the nerve to offer that? At least three hundred liang!"
"..." Lele looked at him, "Little tyrant, one shouldn’t be too greedy."
"It’s you who wants to negotiate with , not asking you to negotiate." Yangyang continued to wave his hand, "Do what you want."
"You!" Lele gritted his teeth, "Fine, you win! Three hundred liang it is!"
Gritting his teeth, he took out another three hundred liang from the iron box, stacked it with Yangyang’s nine hundred liang, and shoved it all into Yangyang’s hand, shouting, "Tomorrow, don’t watch anymore, don’t call to get up!"
"Okay, I won’t watch you anymore!" Yangyang nodded.
When the brothers ca back, Yangyang had a smiling face, while Lele’s expression was a bit gloomy.
"What happened?" Yang Chuxia asked Ye Zi’an, lifting her eyes.
Ye Zi’an asked Yangyang, "What’s up, had a quarrel with your brother?"
"There’s no quarrel." Yangyang chuckled, "It’s just that I made him cough up a bit of blood."
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