Zhou Qiao's breathing became slightly rapid; the workshop had just gotten on the right track, and it would only increase in the future. She felt she might soon become a wealthy lady.
Holding the warm silver notes in her hand, she couldn't help but glance at them repeatedly, then handed them back to Daniu, exhaling, "Hurry up and keep it safe."
Daniu laughed and said, "You are the mistress of our house; this money should be kept by you."
Zhou Qiao thought for a moment, took out two hundred taels and put them aside, but still stuffed the remaining hundred taels back into his arms, "I'll keep this, and you decide what to do with the rest. You walk outside and can't be without money; I'm still in confinement, unable to go out, and in any case, you'll be the one to buy whatever we need."
"There's no need for so much."
