"What? Fifty taels?" Mr. Mu's eyes were as wide as brass bells. He looked at his son in astonishment, still not fully registering the sum Mu Dade had mentioned.
Mu Dade already anticipated this reaction from Mr. Mu. In fact, he deliberately understated the amount.
This trip, if he really sought out that teacher to discuss questions related to the Autumn Examination, it would require at least a hundred or eighty taels.
"If Father feels that the Old Mu Family cannot afford such silver, I won't seek out this teacher. Anyway, it won't be a big deal; with just my own effort, I should be able to pass the examination."
Mu Dade feigned understanding, but he had already grasped Mr. Mu's temperament deep down.
Such a golden opportunity, Mr. Mu wouldn't let it slip by. Having spent his life toiling in the fields, he finally spent silver to nurture a scholar son, so how could he let go now?
