Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaocui felt a bit disappointed, because she wanted those five taels of silver, not to work for wages.
Moreover, even if she worked to earn silver, the money would never reach her hands, especially at three hundred coins a month. How many months would she have to work to make five taels of silver? Even if she could earn it, time wouldn't allow it. The deadline with Yang Daniu was approaching, and if she didn't have the five taels of silver, her fainting act might get exposed.
"Chuntao, you know my mother. Even if I go to work, the money won't come to me, nor will it be spent on buying me medicine. Besides, my mother might not even agree to me working."
There's so much work at home for her already; she worries she wouldn't have the time to come and work.
