Zhou Ligu clicked his tongue, feeling the burden on his shoulder was heavy, and asked, "Aunt, how did you earn so much money?"
He was really envious. He and Third Brother, apart from making some money from the capital given to Fourth Uncle years ago, only made a little extra from copying books and helping out at restaurants under Fifth Uncle and Sixth Uncle, but that money was just enough to buy some food, not even enough for ink and paper.
Manbao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Once you learn a skill, earning money will be easy."
"What skill do us scholars have?"
"Being officials and learning to manage administrative affairs, that will be your skill."
Zhou Ligu, along with his aunt, carried a basket of silver ingots to the western courtyard, naturally not to his room, but to Old Zhou's room.
Because the money divided among the three families in the capital was kept with grandpa and grandma.
