The old donkey was hungry.

I can't take it anymore, if I keep thinking about this I won't be able to sleep tonight!

Let's think about how to make money!

After all, I still have 10,000 yuan in online loans to repay, and if I can't pay them back, I'll become a deadbeat.

Zhao Dazhu doesn't want to be a deadbeat.

He's been a laughingstock in the village for decades, and he really doesn't want to continue being ridiculed and living his life like a clown!

But when it comes to making money, Zhao Dazhu has absolutely no clue what to do.

Although he received the inheritance and cultivation techniques, he has not yet crossed that threshold.

With his current strength, he is unable to master most of the many medical techniques recorded in the inheritance.

Therefore, making money through traditional medical skills may not be so easy.

Should I continue doing my old job, carrying a hoe and farming?

Thinking about this, Zhao Dazhu slapped himself.

What's wrong with farming?

I'm just an old farmer, what's shameful about farming?

Besides, we finally managed to get our two acres of land back from that bastard Wang Jianguo. If we don't farm it, won't those two acres go to waste?

After making up his mind, Zhao Dazhu's restless heart gradually calmed down.

Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

The next day, Wang Caixia pushed open the gate of Zhao Dazhu's house, peeked inside cautiously, and then finally came in.

She came to collect the tray and dishes, and noticed that many bed sheets had not been washed.

Wang Caixia sat on a small stool, vigorously scrubbing the bed sheet with both hands, her sleeves rolled up high, and occasionally wiping her sweat with her wet hands.

Zhao Dazhu came out of the house and was somewhat moved as he watched Wang Caixia washing his bed sheets and blankets.

After all, Wang Caixia wasn't his wife, so logically she shouldn't have to help him with these kinds of housework.

"How about I do it myself?" Zhao Dazhu said as he walked over.

"I'll do it. Washing clothes isn't a job for you men," Wang Caixia said, shaking her head.

"But...but you're making me lose face," Zhao Dazhu said, rubbing his hands together.

Wang Caixia scoffed and said, "You're such an old man, why are you still acting like a big boy, always so shy? Do you think all unmarried men are like you?"

Zhao Dazhu felt his face burning, but he still said, "Isn't there a saying online that a man is a boy until he dies?"

"Come on, you."

Wang Caixia waved her hand and urged, "Didn't you just say you were going to the county town to buy seeds? Then hurry up and go. By the time you come back, the sheets and blankets will all be washed."

Zhao Dazhu hesitated only slightly before nodding and leaving, since he couldn't really help much here, and it would also avoid an awkward situation.

As soon as Zhao Dazhu left, Wang Caixia reached out and picked up the unwashed bed sheet.

Looking at the dirty bed sheet, Wang Caixia's expression suddenly became very strange.

She was a little shy, but at the same time very surprised.

"So much... Old Zhao has been a bachelor his whole life, just how much has he accumulated...?"

Wang Caixia talked to herself.

……

The bus heading towards the county town felt old and decrepit, not only moving slowly but also swaying and rocking.

It's June now, and the weather is already hot. With so many people on the bus, it's naturally even more stuffy and hot.

The worst part is that there's no air conditioning in the car, and even the air blowing in through the windows is hot.

The passengers on the bus kept wiping their sweat, and Zhao Dazhu was no exception; he was drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, the bus shook violently, and Zhao Dazhu lost his balance and fell onto the eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl in front of him.

This girl had blond hair and tattoos on her arms; she was clearly a gangster.

She glared at him first, then slapped him hard across the face, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"You old scoundrel, how dare you take advantage of me! You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You're old enough to be my grandfather, and you still dare to lay a hand on me..."

This spirited young woman launched into a fierce tirade, causing all the passengers in the carriage to turn and look at Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu was furious. He grabbed the handrail and stood up, then yelled, "How can you talk like that, little girl? Can't you watch your mouth? Besides, how did I take advantage of you?"