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His original salary was one tael and eight coins a month, but now that he was living in my house, he should contribute one tael and five coins as monthly expenses, which would be deducted from your earnings. Raise your hands if you agree.
To his surprise, the villagers all raised their hands, none of them dissenting. Qi Chong had ensured that every household had some extra money and always thought of their needs. He even went out of his way to buy them tobacco seeds, while he himself owned no land.
What was there to be surprised about? Qi Chong nodded repeatedly, and Yu Chunmiao said it was true; only by winning people's hearts could one gain their trust.
In that case, take Mr. Pei to your fields and let him see the soil. Fertilize where needed and plow it well.
After Qi Chong finished speaking, he headed home. Pei Qingxuan caught up with him and asked, "Aren't you coming along?"
"Why should I?" Qi Chong retorted.
With Qi Yuan absent and firewood running low at home, he needed to go up the mountain to gather some.
Pei Qingxuan hurriedly stopped him, saying, "With a hundred acres of land, how can I finish looking at it all today?"
Qi Chong frowned in confusion. "Who said you had to finish in one day? Just ask a villager to clarify the situation. The land isn't going anywhere; take your time."
"Whatever you say goes," someone from the crowd called out.
Hearing this, Qi Chong asked, "Did the village chief accompany you when you went to check the land before?"
"No," Pei Qingxuan replied. "I just arrived and am still unfamiliar with things; I'm not close with you yet."
"Then why should I pay you monthly?" Qi Chong joked for once, though his expression remained serious.
Pei Qingxuan shook off his hand and said, "I don't need your help; I'll go myself."
Qi Chong strode away, feeling lighthearted. If it weren't for Pei Qingxuan, all this work would fall on him now.
He returned home to grab some firewood when Qi Rong came with Yuan Qingmiao. "Big Brother, if you're going into the mountains, take us along! I'll help Yuan Qingmiao dig Dong Sun."
Qi Chong thought that now was the perfect time for Dong Sun to sprout; they were fresh and delicious. Yu Chunmiao would surely love them, especially since Zeng Yulan's cooking was exceptional.
"Alright, stay close to me and don't wander off."
Qi Rong agreed and carefully tied Yuan Qingmiao's pant legs before giving her a small basket. "I'll dig some for you; let me know when you can't carry any more."
Qi Chong thought that with his skills, finding two or three would be impressive enough; he needn't worry about her being unable to carry them. It was like a peacock trying to fan its feathers before they were fully grown.
As they walked along the mountain path, Qi Rong held Yuan Qingmiao's hand and cautioned her every step of the way: "Watch out for thorns, watch out for rocks, be careful going uphill, and watch your step on slippery paths."
Qi Chong slowed his pace in front, with Chai clearing the way for them.
When they reached the boundary between the bamboo forest and Songlin, Qi Chong waved his branch. He avoided the sturdy trees, instead choosing the shaded, stunted Cedar pines.
Qi Rong was diligently searching for Dong Sun, reminding Yuan Qingmiao, "If you see a bamboo whip, follow it. If you spot a bump on the ground, call out to me."
Following his instructions, Yuan Qingmiao found a bamboo whip and began to dig through the dry leaves.
"Qi Rong Brother, is this it?" she asked, pointing at a cracked mound of earth.
Qi Rong looked over and exclaimed with delight, "Yuan Qingmiao, you're amazing! You picked it up right away."
Sure enough, they unearthed a Dong Sun buried in the mud—its yellowish shell was about four inches long and still attached to Huang Ni.
Yuan Qingmiao found another one and became even more enthusiastic, searching with renewed vigor. Spotting another dry leaf that was raised up, she excitedly ran over. As she dug it up, she let out a startled squeal.
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