Zhou Lijun pondered over the profit and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Fifth Uncle, you made over ten thousand coins in just one day."
Old Zhou stood at the doorway with his mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a moment.
He finally stopped criticizing Zhou Wulang for not cooking at home.
After thinking it over, he looked at the pile of money on the ground and asked, "How much do you have to hand over to the public funds?"
Zhou Wulang hadn't spoken yet when Zhou Lijun glanced at the abacus again and said, "Twenty-nine thousand five hundred forty-nine coins."
Old Zhou immediately said, "Alright, count it out and hand it over to me."
Zhou Wulang: ...
The copper coins hadn't even warmed in his hands yet.
He quickly asked Zhou Lijun, "How much do I have left?"
Zhou Lijun said, "Forty-four thousand three hundred twenty-three."
That's quite a lot, and Zhou Wulang smiled happily and then called Zhou Lichong to help count the money.
The old man was still standing by, watching.
