With that sound falling, the air around seemed to drop a few degrees.
Sitting on the stone bench, Zhao Yu was diligently writing from memory.
The paper and pen Zhao Yu usually used were chosen for their affordability, but that didn't mean he had never seen quality goods.
For example, the ones Hu Yaozu used were of excellent quality.
Not to mention anything else, just a single brush cost three taels.
In the countryside, how many people could readily produce three taels? It was not a small sum at all. It showed how much the Hu Family invested in this son.
At this moment…
Zhao Yu couldn't tell what material the brush in his hand was made of.
But once in his hand, he felt it had to be quite expensive.
When Yu Tingwan had taken it out earlier, he sheepishly asked.
—"Cousin-in-law, does this brush cost three taels?"
Zhao Yu thought to himself, being a rough person, he needed to be careful not to damage it.
Cousin-in-law did not know.
But Cousin responded to him.
