Having anticipated this, Jiang Yourning sprang to her feet and went to meet her with a smile and a glass of cola.
"Why are you suddenly so angry? Don't rush. Have some water first."
Chu Lange took the glass of cola and gulped it all down before belatedly smacking her lips.
"What is this? It's surprisingly good."
"A drink you'll only find here. Want some more?"
Smiling, Jiang Yourning poured Chu Lange another glass.
"Sure."
After several glasses in a row, Chu Lange couldn't help burping, and most of the fury had faded from her face.
"Did something happen? You looked pretty angry just now."
"Don't even get me started. You have no idea what those people were like. The moment I brought out the IOUs, they all knelt across the courtyard in patched clothes, crying poverty. They said they couldn't even keep their cooking pots going, so they really couldn't repay the money. They made it look as though I was trying to drive them to their deaths."
At the mention of it, Chu Lange's anger flared again.
"Another household was even worse. I went to collect, and the mistress started shouting that she had let Father down, then tried to dash her head against a pillar. Absolutely shameless."
"So, Lange, you didn't manage to collect even a single tael of silver."
Jiang Yourning chuckled softly and pushed another plate of sunflower seeds toward her.
Chu Lange immediately deflated, looking like an eggplant wilted by frost.
"My eyes have truly been opened today. No wonder the Ministry of Revenue couldn't get that money back."
"So, Lange, do you still want to join our sibling debt collection army?
I'll come up with the plans, and we'll put on the act together. You'll get thirty percent of whatever gold we recover.