The daily life of a space tycoon raising children, doting on his husband, and farming.

Chapter 99 No Going Back
Lu Chengjing sighed helplessly, "You certainly know how to do business."

“How can this be considered business?” Qiao Yu’an said. “You know how dizzy I get when I see the ledgers. I don’t trust anyone else, so I can only come to you.”

Lu Chengjing glanced at him, "Why not hire an accountant?"

Qiao Yu'an seemed to have thought of something, a shadow of gloom flashing across his eyes, before he smiled and said, "Why don't you be my accountant? I'll pay you double the monthly salary."

After saying that, he waited for Lu Chengjing to refuse, since he had invited him many times before. He didn't expect that Lu Chengjing would not refuse outright this time.

He immediately felt a surge of anticipation and urged, "The pay is high, the work is easy, and you can do it from home. Why don't you consider it?"

Lu Chengjing pondered for a moment, then asked solemnly, "How much is the monthly allowance?"

"You...are you serious?" Qiao Yu'an was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out of her head, and she couldn't help but look up at the horizon.

The sun doesn't rise in the west, does it?

He hurriedly said, "Four taels of silver a month. You can't go back on your word once you've agreed."

Four taels of silver... Lu Chengjing started to do some mental calculations. There wasn't much he could do to help his family these days, and in many ways he was even a burden. Four taels of silver could at least cover his monthly expenses for writing materials, and also help supplement his family's income.

Qiao Yu'an stared at Lu Chengjing expectantly, waiting for him to nod.

Lu Chengjing did not agree hastily, and asked, "I have difficulty walking and cannot do the bookkeeping work in the store. Do you still want to hire me?"

“Why bother with those trivial matters? Just leave them to the manager,” Qiao Yu’an said. “You just need to help me with the accounts once a month, and I’ll have A’le bring them to you. It’s just that there are more accounts at the middle and end of the year, so I’ll need to trouble you more.”

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he emphasized the word "exhausting".

Lu Chengjing's eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked at his friend.

Qiao Yu'an still had that carefree expression, her eyes full of anticipation as she waited for his reply.

Thinking of the Qiao family, Lu Chengjing sighed inwardly, but still nodded in agreement.

Qiao Yu'an jumped up excitedly, took off her purse and stuffed it into Lu Chengjing's hand, "It's a deal, this is this month's allowance."

Lu Chengjing weighed his purse in his hand; it was over four taels, so he had come prepared.

"This trip was worthwhile." Qiao Yu'an hummed a little tune while tapping his folding fan to the beat.

Once you take the money, you have to do the work. Lu Chengjing took the ledger and opened it, about to do the calculations, when Qiao Yu'an's humming suddenly stopped, her voice unusually cheerful, "Since you knew there was something wrong with the tea, why did you drink it?"

Lu Chengjing paused for a moment before saying, "I want to find out some things."

Upon hearing this, a complex emotion flashed across Qiao Yu'an's eyes.

"Is your sister-in-law aware of this?"

"I didn't know before." Thinking of Shang Wan's exceptional hearing, Lu Chengjing smiled helplessly, "Perhaps I do know now."

Qiao Yu'an immediately changed the subject, "Are you really not going back to the county school?"

"I won't reply." Lu Chengjing slowly turned the page.

Qiao Yu'an turned to look at him, "What are your plans for the future?"

Lu Chengjing seemed to be thinking of something, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. "Recover from your injuries and live a good life."

"You're quite optimistic," Qiao Yu'an sighed softly. "Do you know that your dear older brother has a broken leg?"

“They’re not on the same family tree,” Lu Chengjing said indifferently. “There have been quite a few people breaking their legs lately.”

Qiao Yu'an nodded, "That's right, none of them are easy to deal with."

The two then stopped talking. Lu Chengjing took out money to check the accounts, while Qiao Yu'an went to tease Yuanyuan and even took the opportunity to pet the wolf.

The three of them, master and disciples, sat down to rest. Gao Yan picked up a bowl of herbal tea and drank half a bowl in one gulp. He felt a refreshing sensation spread from his mouth to his stomach, invigorating him and making him feel both refreshed and comfortable. He Sizhi had no interest in drinking tea. He looked towards the wooden shed again and again, and asked his two disciples uncertainly, "Can you check for me? Where is Liangliang?"

"Isn't Liangliang playing with the turtle with that little baby from the main house?" Ma Jieyong pointed at Qiao Yu'an, who was squatting down watching ants with Yuanyuan, and suddenly noticed that the color of her clothes was wrong.

Not only is the color of her clothes wrong, but her body shape is also wrong.

"Oh no, that's not Liangliang!"

He Sizhi immediately became anxious, "You guys take a break and continue working, I'll go find Liangliang."

"Liangliang went to play with the other kids in the village. He'll be back before dinner," Lu Chengjing said gently, trying to comfort He Sizhi when he asked.

Knowing Liangliang's shy and timid nature, He Sizhi was worried that his son might be bullied, and became even more anxious, hurriedly asking, "Where did you go to play?"

This stumped Lu Chengjing. He figured the commotion would be at the Gao family's house, but they should have already finished watching by now. The children were all running around the village; how would he know exactly where they were?
"What's wrong?" Qiao Yu'an asked, noticing He Sizhi's anxious expression.

He Sizhi didn't recognize him either, and judging from his clothes, he didn't look like a villager, so he didn't say much, only that he was going to find Liangliang.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Lu Chengjing naturally didn't stop him.

Hearing that they were going to find the child, Qiao Yu'an, who was planning to stroll around the village, went with them.

At Yuanyuan's insistent request, she was also taken along.

As soon as she left, Little Grey spontaneously followed.

With Little Grey and Roundy around, finding a child in the village would be a piece of cake.
When the group found Liangliang, the little boy was playing marbles with the other children, his bottom sticking out.

Her usually expressionless face was flushed with excitement, and her eyes sparkled, giving her a lively and energetic look.

He Sizhi was stunned and stood there without going over.

Qiao Yu'an turned to look at him and saw that his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the great charm of marbles.

He Sizhi sniffed, and two wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes as he smiled. "Let the children play."

Qiao Yu'an was only there to help with the search, and since the person's biological father had spoken, he naturally had no objections.

As for the only one who had a complaint, little Yuanyuan, she had already fallen asleep in Qiao Yu'an's arms and missed the chance to play marbles with the older boys.

The group returned the way they came. Liangliang looked up as if he sensed something and saw only a wolf's tail.

Li Xiaoshan shouted urgently, "Liangliang, quick, hit Jinshun's marble and knock it away!"

"Okay." Liangliang agreed, aimed at Jinshun's marble and shot it, and it actually flew away.

Jin Shun, who was closest to the hole, stomped his feet in anger and ran to retrieve his marble that had flown away.

Tiger laughed gleefully, but the next second his marble was knocked away, and he immediately stopped laughing.

The words are divided into two parts.

In the mountains and forests, Xiao Huan was like she had entered a treasure trove, her hands and mouth never stopping.

They plucked wood ear mushrooms from the tree trunk, muttering that they could make a cold salad.

He shoved aside a pile of rotten leaves, deftly pried out several wild mushrooms, and muttered that they would be delicious in soup.

When she came across plants that Shang Wan considered like weeds, she would snap them off in a flurry. She would say that one could clear heat, another could reduce internal heat, and that they were delicious whether cooked in porridge or stir-fried.

Bamboo shoots are a good thing too; dig up a few and take them with you.

Even with her bamboo basket full, she still had to pick two handfuls of some kind of grass to take with her, handing one to the absent-minded Shang Wan, "Sister, try it, this grass is sweet."

(End of this chapter)