Wen Wan carefully checked the abacus twice but still couldn't balance the accounts. She didn't rush to tell her mother-in-law and asked Song Wei what was going on in the evening.
Song Wei took the letter, looked at it, and fell into deep thought.
Their family's previous four hundred mu free quota had all been given away, and less than half of the remaining sixteen hundred mu had been leased, only about six to seven hundred mu. Song Wei had already told Father Wen that these fields would only be taxed at half the rate by the court.
Six to seven hundred mu, taxed at half, wasn't much to begin with, and selling below market price could only bring in a few dozen taels of silver.
Song Wei understood Father Wen. If he wanted to send money to his daughter, he would definitely specify in the letter that grain money was grain money and what was for his daughter was for his daughter. He would never lump them together.
But now the letter only mentioned grain money and nothing else.
