Jiang Rong glanced at Mrs. Chen, "Your words don't count."
"He grew up eating food from the Jiang family. If he dares not to repay us, he would be ungrateful."
Mr. Jiang also fell silent at this moment.
Jiang Hua's eyes flickered from the side.
Jiang Youzhi nodded, "I see."
"What kind of repayment does Second Uncle want?"
Jiang Rong said casually, "Not too much, you have to give at least several hundred to a thousand taels of silver."
Jiang Youzhi laughed in anger, "Did the Jiang family spend several hundred to a thousand taels on raising me?"
Mr. Jiang stomped anxiously beside him, "Second son, stop talking!"
Jiang Rong was short-sighted, only knowing to ask for silver. In the future, when Sanlang becomes an official, silver will mean nothing.
Arranging a job for the family would easily ensure that they wouldn't lack spending money.
More importantly, the whole family would be able to rise to prosperity.
