After checking out all the different pickles, Yang Chuxia left the cellar, thinking that they had already sold three batches of crabs, but the profit-sharing hadn’t been given to Brother An yet, so she took some silver and went to find him.
At this time, Brother An was reading and practicing his writing with Yang Qingrui. It seemed that Yang Qingrui was copying Brother An’s writing, while Brother An was reading a book.
"What are you doing here? Aren’t you helping your aunt?" Ye Zi’an saw her come in and quickly got up, giving her his chair.
Yang Chuxia waved the money bag in her hand, "Didn’t we agree from the beginning that your one or two silver taels were counted as shares? We’ve already sold three batches of crabs, but we haven’t given you your share yet. Isn’t this me bringing you the money?"
In fact, Ye Zi’an never intended to take that one or two silver taels on that day, especially considering that he was still being taken care of by others for his injury at the time.
So when Yang Chuxia mentioned counting him as a shareholder, he just took it as a temporary excuse and didn’t take it seriously.
Now that he heard her come to share the silver with him, he felt like he couldn’t avoid it any longer. However, he didn’t think he deserved this silver, as he hadn’t done anything to earn it.
"Xiaxia, I can’t take this silver, and besides..."
Having interacted with Ye Zi’an for so long, Yang Chuxia knew what kind of person he was. As soon as she heard his words, she knew he was going to make excuses, so she immediately cut him off with a stern face and said, "Brother An, didn’t we have an agreement? You’re not backing out because you think I’m sharing too little with you, are you?"
"No, Xiaxia, you know I don’t mean that..."
Ye Zi’an’s words were interrupted again by Yang Chuxia, "Alright, just take it. There’s no need for so much hemming and hawing. We agreed that you would be counted as a shareholder, so you can’t go back on your word. Besides, haven’t you been helping us pick crabs all this time? And we’re also using your place for processing and storage - half the stuff is at your house! You’re providing me with a space, so you should at least get a share of the rent. So just take this honestly."
With that, she stuffed a bag of silver into Brother An’s hands.
Ye Zi’an knew she was serious, and if he kept refusing, Xiaxia would really get angry.
After thinking for a while, he still gave the silver back to Yang Chuxia. Seeing her face darken, he quickly said, "Xiaxia, don’t be angry. I’ll take this silver. Isn’t it silly for me not to take so much silver? But I still have some silver on me now, and it’s not safe for me to keep so much. Why don’t you keep it and use it to expand the business? I’ll come to you if I need it at the end of the year or in an emergency."
Hearing him say this, Yang Chuxia didn’t say anything else, just thought for a moment and said, "Well, remember to keep track of how much silver I owe you."
While talking, Yang Chuxia caught a glimpse of Ye Zi’an’s leg and her eyes darkened a bit. It seemed that his foot was fine, but the main problem still lay in his leg.
She hesitated for a moment but still asked, "Brother An, have you seen a doctor about your leg again?"
As for his leg, Ye Zi’an hadn’t been terribly upset, as he had already been through his share of sadness.
"What did the doctor say?" It would be a shame if such a handsome and knowledgeable young man remained crippled for the rest of his life.
"The doctor said that the tendons and veins at the junction of my ankle and leg had been severed and never properly reconnected, and by now they have already atrophied. In order to cure it, my skin would have to be cut open, and the tendons and veins pulled straight and reconnected. However, the doctor said that the treatment process is extremely painful, and basically, no one can endure it. He mentioned a similar patient who couldn’t stand the pain and bit off his own tongue. So the doctor doesn’t recommend that I undergo treatment."