From the moment Mrs. Gu mentioned Fan Tong wanted five hundred taels for the dowry, she knew their family would benefit from the silver.
Since that's the case, they're all in the same boat; might as well take advantage.
Jingzhe didn't even look at Mrs. Jia, and continued picking dishes for Lu Zhaozhao.
"Alas, old age should make one let go of everything, but who can be at ease when your aunt's marriage is still unsettled? I constantly worry. I want to ask you for silver, but I'm too embarrassed to ask. Jingzhe, please consider your grandfather and me. If there were a way, we wouldn't put our old faces down and ask the younger generation for your aunt's dowry," said Mrs. Gu, her voice filled with sorrow.
"Jingzhe, consider this silver as a loan to your grandparents. We won't take your silver for free, we'll use harvest from the fields as collateral. What do you think?" Mr. Gu started their moral coercion.
