In the study of the main courtyard, Yu Qingyi sat behind the desk in a sky-blue robe, doing calculations on an abacus.
"What are you calculating?" Yang Zhenshan walked in, asking with some curiosity.
Truth be told, he didn't know how to use an abacus. He had learned in elementary school, but he had forgotten all about it.
He had previously thought about learning how to use an abacus, but after giving it a try, he gave up. Learning it wasn't difficult, but mastering it required a lot of effort.
Yu Qingyi said without lifting her head, "I'm calculating our family's annual income. How much it is?"
"Um, how much?" Yang Zhenshan asked curiously.
Yu Qingyi looked at the abacus and sighed slightly, "Excluding the horse ranch, our annual income is less than 300 taels of silver!"
"..."
Yang Zhenshan was somewhat taken aback.
300 taels, while a lot for an average person, was not enough to cover the monthly wages for the servants in the Yang family now.
