'Is this what it's like when a wealthy family from the county seat marries off their daughter?'
Especially that shop—it was a veritable gold mine. Business was so good, it was like sweeping up fallen leaves; SWISH, SWISH, SWISH, and you'd have a pile of silver.
Mrs. Zhao felt a little weak-kneed, a dreamy expression spreading across her face.
The members of the Zhao Family and the other villagers who had gathered also wore looks of utter disbelief.
"They're not leaving the shop to a son, but giving it to a daughter as part of her dowry?"
"What are Chen Song and his wife thinking? I've heard of doting on a daughter, but I've never seen anyone take it this far."
"Oh, my! I told you our Jing was a lucky boy. Look here—it's like he's marrying a bride made of gold!"
