Jiang Dingcai glanced at Lu Shi, and Lu Shi hurried back to their west room and brought back Old Lady Jiang's money pouch.
Old Lady Jiang's pouch was quite hefty, and when Lu Shi placed it on the table, it made a loud clang.
Old Lady Jiang's pouch was large, sewn from old clothes and patched in several places. The opening was drawstring style, and it was filled with many things, mostly copper coins with a few pieces of silver.
Inside were the proceeds from recently sold winter wheat, which she hadn't had the chance to hide yet. In total, it amounted to two taels, two qian, and seventeen wen, Old Lady Jiang recalled clearly.
She took out the strings of copper coins, one string after another, from the worn cloth bag and found that a one-tael piece of silver was missing. She immediately cursed, "Good for you, taking money from my purse and claiming it's a loan from your mother-in-law. You truly are a good son, aren't you? Fooling your mother like I'm an idiot? I'm not senile yet!
