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Yu Chunmiao's eyes darted as she shared her idea with Qi Chong. Qi Chong looked up at her, stunned. Was this really a good idea?
Yu Chunmiao confidently replied, "Trust me, he’ll be more than willing. Why else would he come to our village instead of another? He could have chosen any other time to come down the mountain, but he didn’t."
She raised an eyebrow at Qi Chong playfully, suggesting they give it a try. "If my wife says it should be done, then let’s try!"
Just as she was about to act, Qi Chong pulled her into his arms. "Finally, we have some time together; let’s share a kiss."
With that, he embraced her and kissed her deeply. Reluctantly pulling away, Yu Chunmiao playfully punched him and scolded, "You’re getting bolder now!"
Qi Chong furrowed his brows slightly. "I’m not a needle; you know that."
Yu Chunmiao laughed lightly. They were still outside after all. "I’ll take the lead," she said as Qi Chong playfully fled, rubbing his side.
In the hall, Wu Dayong was attentively pouring tea for Shi Song.
Spreading out a map, Qi Chong pointed at the dilapidated temple. "This is the only place available, but Zhang Guihua lives there now. If we sell it to you, mother and daughter will be left homeless."
Shi Song shook his head and waved his hands. "No, we can’t do that; we can’t harm her."
Qi Chong cleared his throat and proposed, "I have an idea: we sell you the broken temple, but you need to build an extra room for her!"
Shi Song slammed his hand on the table in agreement. "That’s settled then! I’ve seen her living conditions; it’s not suitable at all. She’ll freeze in winter! I’ll buy it right now—how much?"
Looking at the two eager men before him, Qi Chong thought they were quite fateful—both were impatient.
"But we need Zhang Guihua's consent first," he reminded them. After all, there were boundaries between men and women living under one roof.
"I’ll go right now!" Shi Song declared as he stood up after finishing his tea.
Wu Dayong seemed anxious about him leaving and quickly said he would go along.
Shi Song dismissed him with a wave. "This is my business; why do you need to tag along?"
Just then, Yu Chunmiao ran out of the house calling out to Shi Song, "Uncle Shi! Come for lunch! I’ve made stewed mountain chicken, stir-fried chicken giblets, and fried egg pancakes for you!"
Shi Song replied affectionately, "Uncle doesn’t need that much food; don’t tire yourself out too much. Wait for me; I’ll check your pulse when I arrive."
He finished speaking, hands behind his back, whistling a tune. Qi Yuan and Wu Shengnan wandered around the village, even taking a stroll through the fields. On their way back, they ran into Zheng Chunyan and Tang Qingqing, who were coming to settle accounts, and they all entered the courtyard together.
Wu Dayong felt incredibly lucky today; it seemed like everyone he wanted to see was coming right to him. "Qi Brothers, your family is truly prosperous," he remarked.
Inside, Qi Chong was fetching the account book when he saw Tang Qingqing thanking Wu Dayong for his help the other day. Wu Dayong looked at her with a smile that sparkled with affection, awkwardly moving a stool for her.
"Please sit down, don’t be polite," he said as he patted the stool.
Tang Qingqing lowered her head and replied, "No, thank you. I just need to settle the accounts and then head home to cook."
Zheng Chunyan plopped down onto a stool and exclaimed, "After such a long journey, I’m exhausted!"
Wu Dayong nodded in agreement. Qi Chong stepped forward and took out the account book while Tang Qingqing handed him two receipts. A quick glance revealed that they had sold over twenty Apple Snails since they were nearly all picked up. Today’s catch consisted of only a few mountain chickens and rabbits, totaling just one or two more.
He turned to the two young women and said, "I’ll need you both to run to the town this afternoon and tell Zhang Gui at the tavern that we won’t be selling Apple Snails anymore. Let them figure out who they want to collect from."
Tang Qingqing was taken aback. "Then what will we sell?"
Yu Chunmiao, holding a plucked mountain chicken in hand, said, "This afternoon we’ll hold a Villagers' Meeting. I’ll come and tell you about new ways to make money."
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