Lin Qiao felt tempted, but thinking about those ten taels of silver, she shook her head, "My parents don't have that much silver."
Zhang Dong pressed his lips together, unable to think of any other solution. Suddenly, he looked at the house, "Qiao'er, this house should be worth ten taels of silver. My mother will surely agree."
Though Song's second family had fallen on hard times, the house was still made of blue bricks and tiles.
Upon hearing about selling the yard, Song Tingfan spoke up, "No, this was bought by my parents; we can't sell it."
He couldn't sell it.
If his sister-in-law wanted it, he would give it to her, but he couldn't give it to the Zhang Family, who bullied his sister-in-law.
Lin Qiao had no idea about his kindness; she said, "In this family, I'm in charge; go get the property deed!"
