"Father, it's not like you didn't see it," Gu Kaichen said. "They are dressed in such rags, without even a beast of burden for transport. Each person is just carrying a tattered bundle. They are simply maddened by poverty.
"Why must they make a fuss with us at this time? What else could it be for, if not for silver?
"Father, I actually think that problems which can be solved with silver aren't really problems. Just reward them with a little, and they'll stop running their mouths."
Gu Baijiang hurriedly clutched his chest. If his silver hadn't been lost, he would naturally be willing to give more; after all, giving them some was just a drop in the bucket. But right now, he was out of silver. If this word got out, it would cost him his life.
Gu Kaiping asked, "Kaichen, how much silver do you think is appropriate to give?"
"For paupers like them, giving them a few dozen taels of silver should be enough to send them packing," Gu Kaichen replied.
