"Selling commoners as labor conscripts?!" Zou Yuwan was shocked, rushing over to take a look at the letter in Zou Yuzhen's hand. The paper was crumpled but the writing on it was clear to see. After reading, Zou Yuwan wished she could just die on the spot.
"What on earth is Dad doing? Our family has a huge fortune, so much money, and yet, is he lacking the petty change from selling people?"
In bumper crop years, selling a strong laborer could fetch at least five taels of Silver, and if the person were sold to the mines, it could bring in at least eight taels. County Magistrate Zou had sold many people, and selling a few hundred would amount to a few thousand taels of Silver. Such a sum of Silver twenty years ago would have been regarded as large money for the Zou family.
