Several days passed, and Zhao Erhu had arranged everything for his trip to the south. He planned to set off the next day. Lin Yue had prepared everything needed for the journey. Just before departure, she took out a bundle and handed it to Zhao Erhu. When Zhao Erhu opened it, he saw several sets of old clothes and a pair of old shoes. He looked at Lin Yue, puzzled.
"Wife, didn't you already prepare all the clothes I needed for the trip? Why are you getting out this old clothing now?" Now that they were better off, their standard of living had naturally improved. It had been a long time since Zhao Erhu had worn these old clothes, and he was confused as to why Lin Yue would dig them out and insist he take them along.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I haven't lost my mind. I've sewn several silver notes inside this old clothing, in different spots. Altogether, there are fifteen thousand taels here for you to use in the south."