"F-fill it in?"
After hearing Wang Xifeng's confident suggestion, Jia Lian, who had been standing there in a daze, was left utterly speechless.
"Easy for you to say!"
"How could it possibly be that easy to fill?"
Shaking his head as he spoke, he didn't bother arguing. Instead, as if every ounce of strength had left him, he slumped back into his chair.
After all, it was more than two hundred thousand spirit stones—not a few thousand, or even tens of thousands!
The hole was so huge that even if he took every spirit stone he'd secretly skimmed and painstakingly embezzled... ahem, painstakingly earned over the years and poured them into it, he probably wouldn't even make a dent.
How much had he managed to stash away over the years, after all the eating, drinking, and merrymaking?
A few thousand spirit stones?
Probably not even that much. In any case, it was less than ten thousand. He'd secretly saved it up over the past few years while managing Rongguo Mansion's household affairs. Otherwise, he'd have been lucky to scrape together a few hundred!
So after thinking it over for a long while and failing to come up with a solution, he clutched his head with both hands and groaned miserably:
"What are we going to do?"
"With a hole this big, what can we possibly use to fill it?"
"Building that garden already drained what little we had left. We still owe a fortune in bills to the merchants!"
"The western storehouse, where we keep the mansion's spirit stones, is probably so empty even spirit-devouring rats wouldn't bother visiting!"
"What are we going to do?"
"I knew it. Running this household really isn't easy. Otherwise, how would it have fallen to us?"
Only after finishing his plaintive lament did he