Zhulan glanced sideways at her granddaughter, two paintings, one was fourteen hundred taels, and the other eleven hundred taels, she wanted to know which one belonged to Chang Zhi.
Yu Wen pointed to the box in the maid's hand, "The White Tiger Painting that Dad always talks about, I've won it for you, and I got myself a Winter Plum Blossom Painting."
Chang Zhi stopped grinding his teeth, exclaimed, "The White Tiger Painting cost quite a bit of silver, do you have enough Silver Coin in your hands?"
Yu Wen, "Fourteen hundred taels, but it's fine, I've saved up quite a bit over the years, still have a lot left."
Chang Zhi was envious of his daughter. His wife doted on him and even more on their daughter, so the Silver Coin in their daughter's hands was all stuffed by his wife.
