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Haha! We are all a family! Yang Yanrong smiled and said lightly: "Let's talk about this later! When I collect enough money and can marry Xiangyun, I will take her back to the Yang family."

"Gather money together? What kind of money? Are our Yang family still short of money? Tell me, how much it is!" Of course, Yang Ye didn't know that his eighth son had already reached a deal with Pan Mei privately, and he really thought that his eighth son had no money to spend.

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"I have one hundred taels of silver here, you can spend it first!" Yang Ye said again, taking out a wrinkled silver note with a face value of one hundred taels from his arms.

One hundred taels? How lucky that you were able to get it and hide it so secretly. All the brothers in the Yang family secretly despise their poor father. I'm afraid that the one hundred taels of silver was hidden by his father for half a year.

It's private money.

Yang Paifeng curled her lips in disdain and said with a teasing smile: "Brother-in-law, if you are short of money, you should ask Lao Ba for it. He has too much money and nowhere to spend it." As he said that, he took out a stack of new ones.

A hundred taels of silver notes came out, which was exactly the one thousand taels that Yang Yanrong had extorted from her that day.

"Here, this is the thousand taels of silver that Lao Ba paid to me!" Yang Paifeng shook the banknotes proudly, and the clattering sound made the eyes of all the brothers in the Yang family shine, and even Yang Ye did not fall down.

Outside, he secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and quietly hid the one hundred taels of silver.

"Eighth brother! You are too embarrassed. We brothers only have two hundred taels each. You actually gave your aunt a thousand taels. This is not fair. We are all a family, right? Hurry up and get another one.

Two hundred taels!" Yang Yande, the fifth eldest brother, smiled and patted Yang Yanrong's shoulder. He spread his right hand and made a gesture of bringing it quickly.

Yang Yanrong's face darkened. Looking at the fifth brother with a few black beards on his chin, he stretched out his hand and pulled all of Lao Wu's beard in his hand.

"Let's discuss it. How about I pull off ten beards and give you a hundred taels as a gift. Do you want to do this business?" Yang Yanrong smiled evilly and looked at Lao Wu who couldn't help crying in pain.

"Oh, oh, let go, it hurts!" Yang Yande, the fifth child, quickly begged for mercy, "I don't want the money anymore, you have a lot, think of me as a fart, let me go! It really hurts!"

Hahaha! What Lao Wu said made the Yang brothers almost burst out laughing on the spot. Even Sang Yuchu, who had always kept a straight face, couldn't help but smile.

Yang Ye couldn't help but smile, he was very happy to see his sons being friendly to each other. But towards Balang, he felt extremely guilty and didn't know how to express it.

"How much money do you have to raise? I don't think you are short of money!" After everyone had laughed enough, Yang Paifeng asked: "You don't look like someone who is short of money!

Do you need to raise money?"

"Not much, just 50 million yuan!" Yang Yanrong laughed and said lightly.

"Fifty thousand guan? That's a bit too much!" Yang Paifeng nodded, then suddenly his expression changed and he lost his voice and said, "What? Fifty million guan??"

Wow! Fifty million dollars! How much is this?

At this moment, everyone realized that what Yang Balang said was not fifty thousand guan, but 50 million guan! From the eldest to the seventh, they couldn't help but take a breath when they heard this.

The monthly salary of only 2 taels a month, if one tael is calculated as usual, it would take at least more than two million years to make up this huge amount without eating or drinking, and living frugally!

There is a dizzy feeling spreading in the hearts of all the brothers, as if Lao Ba has said that fifty million strings are not too much!

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Yang Yanrong. He was a monster, not a human! If he were a normal person, it would be impossible for him to say such a thing. You must know that 50 million guan of silver is equivalent to one year's national tax of the Song Dynasty.

The total income is even more!

Yang Ye felt that his breathing was a little abnormal, and asked in a trembling voice: "Pan Mei said it would take 50 million yuan to marry his daughter to you? But this money is too much!

Even if I sell the entire Yang family, it will still not be worth this amount! Hachiro, you have to think clearly and don’t be deceived!"

"Haha, dad, you underestimate me! It's only 50 million yuan, but you can't stop me! Let's do this, dad, send me some trustworthy subordinates, and I will give you one million yuan next year

Money!" Yang Yanrong said nonchalantly: "Also, leave these brothers to me and let them do some work. After all, they are all family members!"

"No!" the seven brothers said in unison, shaking their heads like rattles. It was as if what the old man said was in a dream.

"The monthly payment of 500 taels of silver per person per month, whether you love me or not, I will drag you down!" After Yang Yanrong finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Let's go, go right away!" Those who don't go are the fools. When did this old man become stingy? The seven brothers scrambled to follow Yang Yanrong, shouting to help.

"Now it's reduced to three hundred taels, are you still coming?" Yang Yanrong snorted, glanced at the Yang brothers, and said, "Come if you like!"

All the brothers had bitter looks on their faces. If only they had known that they had agreed earlier, five hundred taels! Now it has been reduced by two-fifths. Who wouldn’t be heartbroken?

"Come on, why don't you come? We are brothers! Haha, third child, do you think so?" Yang Yanding, the second child, said seriously.

"Does that need to be said? Of course I went, brothers went into battle, fighting tigers and returning father and son soldiers!" Yang Yanguang, the third child, looked at the second child with an idiotic look and shook his head with disdain.

"I'll go too!" Yang Paifeng decided and joined in the fun to see how this old man could collect 50 million yuan in one year.

"Are you going too?" Yang Yanrong glanced at the aunt with squinted eyes and asked, "What can you do? I need people who can do things there!"

"I, I can cook, stir-fry, and wash clothes!" Yang Paifeng pouted, raised the fire stick in his hand, and threatened: "I can also beat people!"

Yang Yanrong looked at the long fire-making stick and couldn't help being shocked. Oh my god, if this stick hits my head, it will turn into a mess shop! You are so cruel, how dare you

Threaten me.

"Okay, okay! Go and cook for us!" Yang Yanrong had a headache for this aunt and had to agree to her request.

"I want five hundred taels a month!" Yang Paifeng smiled strangely, staring at Yang Yanrong with a pair of innocent big eyes.

"Five hundred is five hundred!" Yang Yanrong said through gritted teeth: "Let's go back and start work. No one is allowed to be lazy, otherwise I will deduct his wages!"

Damn it, you all go work for me! Humph, I haven’t been a boss for a long time! Yang Yanrong was very unhappy when her aunt threatened her, and she thought angrily.
Chapter completed!