Yang Erlang looked at his second brother and asked, "You didn't know that her previous behaviors and appearance were caused by poison?"
"I didn't ask about that. I want to know what you mean by her being good at doing business."
Hearing his third brother's words, Yang Erlang said, "Oh, you mean that. I heard that Sister Yao was selling her family's secret sauces to Boss Zhou. She earned more than 100 taels of silver by selling several jars of sauces."
"Fu Chen'an is really lucky to be able to marry someone as good as Sister Yao," Yang Dalang chimed in.
When he heard this, Yang Sanlang lowered his head to hide his envy and jealousy. He felt pain in his chest, as if it were burned by fire.
Afraid that his brothers would notice his feelings, he drank bowl after bowl of water to calm down. Perhaps this method was working; he slowly calmed down.
When Yao Zhi returned with the money, he no longer felt as annoyed as before.
