Phoebe Huxley glared at him and snapped, "What do you need money for? Is it because we don't give you enough to eat or drink at home?"
"I have to buy food and drinks when I'm out selling things! Mom, you're worse than a slave driver!" Jim wailed, getting another slap on the head. It was a good thing he was so tough; with the strength of his parents' slaps, he would've gotten a concussion sooner or later from being hit like that.
Phoebe Huxley did a quick mental calculation, then pulled out ten yuan and shoved it at Jim. "Don't you go wasting this," she said fiercely. "From now on, all the money you make gets turned over to me!"
Jim sullenly took the money, a bitter taste in his mouth. Just a minute ago, he'd been a rich man with a fortune of over a hundred yuan, and now he only had ten. 'If I ever let my big mouth get me in trouble again,' he swore to himself, 'then I'm a complete idiot!'
