Li Banfeng wrote the Contract Book, meticulous in every stroke, clearly stating the principal and interest.
He had borrowed the money for Gloves. This had to be explicitly stated, and he must repay it.
Gloves said from the side, "Head of the household, you are accusing me! I just mentioned borrowing as a joke. What is mine is yours, just use it as you please!"
Li Banfeng shook his head, "What's yours is yours. If it's borrowed, it has to be paid back."
Once the Contract Book was clear, Li Banfeng moved all the Silver Yuan and gold into the bedroom overnight and summoned Feng Chongli and Feng Xincheng.
Seeing a room full of Silver Yuan, Feng Xincheng was astounded.
He couldn't understand where all this money had come from. If he were Feng Chongli, he wouldn't dare make this deal. But he wasn't Feng Chongli.
Feng Chongli looked at the Silver Yuan intently for a moment, his expression solemn, and said to Li Banfeng, "We're still short by 352 yuan."
