The Zhou family was bustling with activity. Of course, the onlooking villagers had left, leaving just the family, but the lively atmosphere remained.
Zhou SiLang had just returned home and was in the process of showcasing all the prepared New Year's goods one by one to everyone. Ms. Fang sat beside him, holding their child, and when she saw her father-in-law come in, she immediately stood up with the child to offer him her seat.
Originally boasting with glee, Zhou SiLang immediately adjusted his expression and respectfully said to his father, "Dad, you're back."
Old Zhou made a sound of acknowledgment and asked, "Did you sell everything?"
Zhou SiLang responded, "Yes."
Old Zhou inquired, "How much did you earn?"
Zhou SiLang couldn't help but smile as he tried to contain his joy, saying, "Those goods altogether fetched three thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight taels."
Old Zhou almost dropped his smoking pipe, swallowed hard, and asked, "So, how much of that is profit...?"
