For Brother Daniu, the amount didn't matter much; a few ounces, more or less, were insignificant. As long as Yang Xiaocui agreed, he could threaten her again next time.
So he nodded and agreed, "Alright then, since we're relatives, let's make it three ounces. Three days from now, at this place again, bring it to me. If you don't, you know what will happen."
Hearing Brother Daniu agree to settle the matter with three ounces of silver, Yang Xiaocui breathed a sigh of relief, but when she heard he said the deadline was three days, she panicked again.
Three days was way too tight. She had just asked Yang Dong for help and couldn't open her mouth again, and there was no hope with her mother either.
"Brother Daniu, three days is really too tight. Could it be ten days? I just finished asking Yang Dong for medicine, the medicine hasn't even been drunk yet, I can't go ask again."
