"Given it to a bastard." Qin Zhong said, and walked out to go to the bathroom to take a bath. Just after taking two steps, San Bao'er suddenly screamed behind him, which startled Qin Zhong, and he turned around quickly.

"What are you doing? You were so surprised." Qin Zhong asked angrily.

"Fifty taels? This is fifty taels." San Bao'er's eyes shone brightly and he held the banknote tightly with both hands.

"What's wrong? Is it fake?" Qin Chong was confused.

"Fifty taels, tsk tsk." San Bao'er seemed not to have heard Qin Zhong's words and muttered to himself.

"Is fifty taels a lot?" Qin Zhong looked disdainful.

"A lot, of course a lot." San Bao'er regained his composure and said exaggeratedly.

Qin Zhong had no impression of the purchasing power of fifty taels. He thought that fifty taels was only five hundred yuan. Is it worth making such a fuss?

On the market today, the price of rice per stone is only 400 copper coins. The price of silver is quite high. Generally, one tael of silver can be exchanged for two thousand copper coins. According to this calculation, one tael of silver can buy five stones of rice. One stone is 150 kilograms.

Five stones is seven hundred and fifty kilograms. Fifty taels, isn't it a huge sum of money?

After hearing San Bao'er's explanation, Qin Chong suddenly opened his eyes wide. The value of silver exceeded his imagination.
Chapter completed!