While the children were chattering away, Third Grandpa already said, "Da Fu, Da Gui, your family still owes the workshop two hundred taels of silver. There's no share of the dividends for you tonight."
Those one hundred twenty-five taels of silver would be evenly divided among the other six families.
"What reason is there!" Mrs. Chen's eyes bulged, her face twisted with rage, almost going mad. One hundred twenty-five taels, just like that, flying away?
Third Grandpa looked toward Gu Yumei, who was hiding in a corner, and said to Mrs. Chen, "Have you forgotten what happened with Sister Mei? If you have forgotten, that's fine, then your family can leave the workshop and compensate the workshop with ten thousand taels of silver."
