Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1265: Chapter 1264: Generous Meal Allowance_1 Chapter 1265: Chapter 1264: Generous Meal Allowance_1 The silver bills were contained in a square box that was over a foot tall, and the shimmering effect of the bills under the candlelight was no less impressive than that of actual silver.

Qiao Xiaomai’s eyes widened, and after a moment of astonishment, she quickly refused, “No need, no need–how could I take your silver? You’ve already given so much today.”

“That was the Emperor Yongan’s reward, not mine,” Yang Hao said with a smile.

When Emperor Yongan had first solved the Hell’s Flower matter, he had said he would give a reward to Qiao Xiaomai, but the matter had been delayed until now. So on this visit, Yang Hao brought over the rewards given by Emperor Yongan.

They were similar to those bestowed by Yang Wenxiao–consisting of fabrics and jewelry, plus one thousand taels of gold.

“We are all family; there’s no need to be so formal. Those gifts are quite valuable already. If you were to give us silver bills as well, Xiaosan and I would feel embarrassed,” Qiao Xiaomai still refused.

“It’s not the same. What belongs to Grandpa Emperor is Grandpa Emperor’s, and what belongs to Zhengzheng is Zhengzheng’s. This is his first time leaving the Palace to live outside, and I hope you two can take good care of him,” Yang Hao said, his light smile transforming into a look of melancholy and reluctance.

“He’s never really suffered since he was young, and now that Grandpa Emperor insists on him taking a master, I entrust him into your care,” he continued.

“Your Highness, rest assured, Xiaosan and I will take care of him diligently,” Qiao Xiaomai quickly assured.

“Then take this silver for you two. You are burdened with heavy debts and all the things you’ve been raising need to be sold for money. I cannot let the Yang Family take advantage of you without compensation. Take it,” Yang Hao said, pushing the wooden box towards Qiao Xiaomai with determination in his voice.

“Prince Zheng is just a child; he won’t eat much. There’s really no need,” Qiao Xiaomai still declined.

“I order you and your husband to take it,” Yang Hao commanded bluntly.

He was always an insightful person, skilled at putting himself in others’ shoes.

Not only did he feel reluctant to let Yang Zheng go, but he also understood that Qiao Xiaomai and Xiaosan would certainly not welcome Yang Zheng.

Having such an esteemed person in the house who couldn’t be bumped or dropped, who required the best of everything, and for whose food had to be tested for poison first–it was all so troublesome that Qiao Xiaomai and Xiaosan would definitely be unwilling to deal with it.

Therefore, he could only offer additional silver bills to smooth over their reluctance.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

She let out a long sigh, “Then Xiaosan and I will accept it.”

Seeing Qiao Xiaomai stowing away the box, Yang Hao finally felt satisfied, “Let Zhengzheng get accustomed to the surroundings first, and he can start apprenticing in a few days.”

“Of course, of course.” Weighing the box in her hands, Qiao Xiaomai nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.

He who accepts presents, impairs his freedom, indeed!

Yang Hao didn’t stay long and left after the business was done.

Qiao Xiaomai and Xiaosan saw him to the door and then returned to their house.

“Let me count and see just how much is in these silver bills,” she said as she took off her shoes and climbed onto the bed.

“It’s probably about two hundred thousand,” Xiaosan speculated.

“Can’t be that much, right?” Qiao Xiaomai flipped open the box, and the silver bills spilled out. She began to count them.

After finishing the count, she couldn’t help but turn to Xiaosan, her face alight with surprise, “How did you guess so accurately?”

“Experience,” Xiaosan laughed, a hint of pride in his smile.

As a person from ancient times, he possessed skills that Qiao Xiaomai had yet to learn, such as gauging the weight of silver.

He simply had to weigh the silver in his hand to know its exact mass, without the need for a scale.

And with these silver bills–after all, he was the young proprietor of a renowned inn and had seen piles of silver bills stacked together. Judging by the thickness of the box, it could hold about two thousand bills.