Zhao Hanzhang looked at him silently.
Zhao Hu felt a moment of guilt, but he quickly became confident, pointing at Fu Tinghan, whose clothes were half-wet, and said, "Look at how you've wronged the son-in-law! You have plenty of servants, so why let him go into the river to do such things?"
Zhao Hanzhang glanced at Fu Tinghan and then said, "This isn't a reason for you, Seventh Ancestor, to undermine me. Do you think I don't feel bad letting him go up mountains and down rivers? But I don't have money. I have to go out and work the fields myself."
This is some kind of scoundrel's speech?
Zhao Hu wanted to argue with her but suddenly caught another key point, looking at her in surprise and uncertainty, "You don't have money?"
Zhao Hanzhang squinted, sensing something was off, and asked, "Should I have money?"
Zhao Hu's face turned red with anger, "Zi Nian said you're minting new money, you have money!"
His first thought was that he had been deceived!
