Zhao Erlang couldn't understand their words, but he sensed his sister's emotions and quickly stepped forward, "Sister, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, just lamenting my poverty."
Zhao Erlang pursed his lips and asked confusedly, "Mr. Xie said our grandfather was the best at making money and saving wealth. I, I also have many treasures, why is Sister poor?"
Zhao Hanzhang struck with understanding and turned to look at him, "Erlang, are you serious about having money?"
Zhao Erlang nodded earnestly, "Yes, I have a lot of treasures in my room, all trophies I seized from battles."
Zhao Hanzhang understood, "Mr. Xie used your room as a warehouse, eh?"
She patted his shoulder and said, "Not bad, not bad, you can even support an army now."
Poor her, who not only has to support several armies but also the common people and officials.
Zhao Erlang whispered, "Sister, if we aren't as capable as grandfather and can't make money, then we should go rob."
