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Zhang Changtian paused for a moment, looked at the stack of money, and didn't take it.

"What do you mean?"

"You paid for it for me when I was hospitalized, a hundred yuan."

Zhang Changtian frowned: "Didn't I say you don't need to pay it back?"

Qian Cheng said, "Master, whether you say you don't need it is your business, and whether I repay it or not is my business. I must repay this money."

Zhang Changtian looked at him without saying anything.

Qian Cheng stuffed the money into his hand: "Master, please take it. I'll feel bad if you don't."

Zhang Changtian looked at the stack of money in his hand and remained silent for a while.

He remembered that day at the hospital, when Qian Cheng was lying on the hospital bed, covered in blood, and almost dead.

When he took out that hundred yuan, he never thought about asking Qian Cheng to pay it back.

But now that Qian Cheng has returned the money, he feels a strange mix of emotions.

It's not that I'm reluctant to spend the money, it's that I feel this child has a conscience.

He looked up at Qian Cheng and suddenly grinned.

"Okay, I'll keep it."

He put the money in his pocket and didn't say anything more.

But he was secretly delighted.

He wasn't mistaken about the child.

Deng Jingshu brought in the dishes and saw Zhang Changtian smiling. She was taken aback and asked, "Oh, what's making you so happy?"

Zhang Changtian didn't reply, but simply said, "Is the food ready? Let's eat."

Deng Jingshu placed the dishes on the table: a plate of scrambled eggs, a plate of cabbage stew with vermicelli, and a dish of pickled vegetables.

Zhang Mingxi went to serve the rice, one bowl for each person.

Deng Jingshu called to Qian Cheng, "Chengzi, please stay for dinner."

Qian Cheng immediately nodded: "Okay, thank you, Master's wife."

Zhang Changtian listened from the side, his lips twitching.

That kid agreed so quickly.

Zhang Mingxi smiled, pursing her lips, and secretly glanced at Qian Cheng.

The four people sat around a table eating.

Deng Jingshu served food to Qian Cheng, saying, "Eat more, you must have been so busy these past few days!"

Qian Cheng said, "It's alright, not busy."

Zhang Mingxi also placed a piece of egg on his plate: "You eat this."

Watching from the side, Zhang Changtian's smug feeling was quickly dampened by his daughter.

He ate in silence, without saying a word.

Qian Cheng wanted to laugh when he saw Zhang Changtian like that.

This old man may not say it, but he understands everything.

After we finished eating, it got dark.

Qian Cheng stood up and said, "Master, Mistress, I'm going back."

Zhang Mingxi escorted him to the gate of the courtyard.

Are you coming again tomorrow?

Qian Cheng thought for a moment: "I have something to do tomorrow, I have to go to the brigade, I'll come the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Mingxi nodded: "Then I'll wait for you."

Qian Cheng looked at her and reached out to squeeze her hand.

Zhang Mingxi blushed but didn't dodge.

"Let's go back inside, it's cold outside."

Zhang Mingxi responded and watched him walk away before turning back into the house.

Qian Cheng walked home, feeling very at ease.

I paid back the hundred yuan; that's how I repay part of the debt I owed my master.

The remaining thirty-seven yuan will be used to collect wild vegetables.

I'll go see the team leader tomorrow and finalize things.

When the wild vegetables come to market, that'll be another sum of money.

Take it one step at a time.

Life is becoming more and more promising.

In mid-March, it gets light much earlier than in winter.

When Qian Cheng woke up, it was already dawn outside.

He got up, dressed, and went to the outer room to wash his face.

The water was still a bit cold, and when it splashed on my face, it jolted me awake, but also brought me back to my senses quickly.

The bean sprouts in the jar were ripe last night, and we have to harvest them this morning.

Qian Cheng lifted the lid of the vat, revealing tender white bean sprouts growing close together, just right.

He reached in, gently lifted each piece from the bottom of the jar, and placed it in the basket beside him.

I've been harvesting a lot of bean sprouts these days, so I'm more accurate now and can harvest them quickly and well.

The two baskets were full, weighing at least thirty pounds.

Qian Cheng carried his load out the door.

It's not market day today.

There are still people in the town, but far fewer than on market days.

Qian Cheng walked for more than half an hour and arrived at the market. He found his usual spot and squatted down.

The old man selling tofu next door had already arrived. Seeing him, he greeted him, "Little Qian, you're here?"

"Here you are." Qian Cheng put down the basket. "Grandpa, how's business these days?"

The old man shook his head: "No, it's getting warmer, fewer people are buying tofu. Everyone wants to eat something fresh; they're tired of eating tofu."

Qian Cheng nodded and said nothing more.

He moved the basket forward a bit, waiting for someone to come and buy it.

After waiting for ages, only one person finally came.

She was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket and carrying an empty basket.

She walked up to Qian Cheng, squatted down, and looked at the bean sprouts.

"How much are these bean sprouts?"

"One cent per pound."

The aunt picked up a piece, looked at it, broke it in half, tasted it, and nodded: "It's alright, give me two pounds."

Qian Cheng weighed out two jin (1 kg), tied it with straw rope, and the aunt took out two mao (0.2 yuan), took the bean sprouts, and left.

After waiting for a long time, the second person finally arrived.

He was an old man with gray hair, walking slowly and leisurely. He looked at the bean sprouts and asked, "Are these bean sprouts fresh?"

"Fresh, just harvested this morning."

The old man nodded: "Give me a pound."

Qian Cheng weighed out a pound, the old man took out a dime, and carried it away.

Qian Cheng squatted there, watching the people coming and going, feeling a little uneasy.

These days, bean sprouts are indeed not selling as well as before.

A while ago, at the beginning of spring, everyone had been eating cabbage and radishes all winter, so when they saw bean sprouts, they treated them like treasures and rushed to buy them.

Now that the weather is getting warmer, the vegetables in the fields will soon be ready for harvest, and every household will be less short of vegetables.

Bean sprouts are still delicious, but they're not as rare as they used to be.

In addition, several more vendors selling bean sprouts have appeared at the market these days. They are all from nearby villages. Seeing that Qian Cheng was selling well, they followed suit and lowered the price. Some people are even selling them for eight cents a pound.

Qian Cheng didn't compete with them.

His bean sprouts are good, but the cost is high, so he can't sell them for eight cents a pound. He'll sell them for one cent a pound, take it or leave it.

It's just that it's selling a bit slowly.

After waiting for more than an hour, the two baskets of bean sprouts were finally sold out, earning less than three yuan in total.

Qian Cheng carefully put the money away and walked back with the empty basket.

When he arrived home, Hou Yufen was hanging clothes to dry in the yard. Seeing him return, she asked, "Have you sold out?"

"Sold out." Qian Cheng put down the basket. "It took a little longer than usual."

Hou Yufen said, "That's for sure. When the weather gets warmer, there are more vegetables available, and the bean sprout business is only good in winter."

Qian Cheng nodded: "I know."

He put the basket away, went inside to drink some water, and changed into clean clothes.

"Mom, I'm going to the brigade."

Hou Yufen asked, "Are we going to find the team leader?"

"Yes, let's discuss harvesting wild vegetables."

Hou Yufen nodded: "Go ahead, and talk to them properly."

Qian Cheng went out the door and headed towards the brigade headquarters.

His mind was constantly racing throughout the journey.

He had been thinking about wild vegetables for several days.

Aralia elata shoots, dandelion, bracken fern, and wild garlic are the best-selling items.

He had already decided on the price: 20% higher than that of the supply and marketing cooperative, and the members would definitely be willing to sell.

The key is to get the sales channels in place. Director Liu has already agreed to take as much as the mine has.

He also had to make time to visit those factories in the county.