“By the way, with the trading run having been completed, the wages should usually be paid out this afternoon or by tomorrow at the latest. The shophands are all waiting for their money so they can go home. Would you sign the papers? And also, the delivery date for this batch of burrow-spider silk is tomorrow. The merchants from Baoshu are getting a bit impatient. Could you…”0

In the past, Master Gan signed, and only then would wages be issued below. Now, Steward Zhao did not know who he was supposed to get to sign. By order of succession, it ought to be this Second Master Gan, but…0

Second Master Gan flew into a rage. He slammed the table and sprang to his feet. “Money, money, money! My elder brother is dead, my mother is unconscious, and at a time like this, your mouth is full of copper stink? Do you even still have a heart?”0

“Second Master, please calm down.” No matter what, work still had to get done. Given how large the Gan Family was, things had to keep running for them to maintain their lives.0

“Get out. Don’t bother me with this worthless trash!”0

Steward Zhao opened his mouth, then said nothing.1

At that moment, the door creaked open. An old female servant came out and said, “The old madame is awake. She’s crying and calling for Second...0