50 taels isn't too bad, it's enough for my youngest son to marry a wife, and it's also enough for the family to live a little better. He doesn't admit that he's selling his daughter; she is, after all, the daughter he has raised with hard work!
"Yeah, auntie, my little sister has been raised plump and fair because of the efforts of us three men. We never made her do the heavy work; we raised her just for your family's son!
The young lady's elder brother said.
"Bah, she's lazy and pampered and won't admit it, and you say she's been raised for our household? Some shabby concubine—a hundred taels won't cut it."
The young lady's father went on, "I haven't even mentioned the other conditions yet. I'm marrying off my daughter and I need to have three gold items, don't I? We need money for the banquet too, right? You'll be the ones to provide all the food for the banquet!"
