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"Uncle Lin, don't worry. I understand the rules. I will keep my mouth shut to the people who come to buy grain today. I won't reveal how much grain I bought from you. Please be careful not to let anyone know that you have such a large sum of money."

Hearing this, Lin Wenhong's heart trembled, and he nodded quickly: "Manager Ren is right to remind you, I will remember it. Thank you for your consideration."

Shopkeeper Ren stood up and said with a smile, "Uncle Lin, it's getting late. I should leave now."

Lin Wenhong quickly stood up and escorted Manager Ren out of the courtyard, watching him and his group leave.

Lin Wenhong stood there for a long time without moving, looking at the silver in his hand, feeling a mixture of emotions.

At this time, Mrs. Lin walked out of the dim room with a hint of worry. The firelight shone on her wrinkled face, making her look particularly deep.

She called softly, "Dad, I always feel uneasy about this food issue."

Hearing the voice, Lin Wenhong gently closed the courtyard door, turned around and went into the house with Old Mrs. Lin. The two sat opposite each other, and the dim oil lamp reflected two vicissitudes of life faces.

Mrs. Lin said worriedly, "Dad, why did you sell all the grain to this one family? Logically, we should sell to a few more families so that we don't get jealous."

"Yue'e, I understand your concerns."

Lin Wenhong said in a deep voice, "But think about it, three grain collectors came today, but we only have a few grain shops. You know, they may have already agreed that all merchants in the world are one family. It doesn't matter whether we sell to this one or a few more."

Hearing this, Mrs. Lin nodded and said, "You make sense."

Mrs. Lin's fingers danced nimbly on the abacus. She looked up at Lin Wenhong with a frown.

"We have thirty-nine stone of rice left, and there are over sixty stone of unshelled corn on this shelf. We've already sold all the dried beans. The Du family will come to collect the grain the day after tomorrow, and we're still short of twelve stone of corn and eight stone of beans. What should we do?"

Lin Wenhong's gaze fell gently on her hair, and he whispered soothingly, "Don't worry. The Du family has always been disciplined when collecting rent. We won't be the first to pay, but we won't be the last to pay. I know what the villagers are thinking. For the first two days, everyone will find some excuse to delay, and only on the third day will they start paying rent one after another."

He paused and continued, "Let's do as we did in previous years. After two or three families in the village have paid their respects, we'll set off for the Du family."

When Mrs. Lin heard this, the heavy stone in her heart seemed to fall a little, and she nodded.

Lin Wenhong patted the back of Mrs. Lin's hand, then picked up a pen and carefully wrote down today's account in the account book.

Then, he looked up at Old Lady Lin and said, "Yue'e, it's still early. You should take a nap. You hardly slept last night. Your health is very important."

Mrs. Lin glanced at Lin Wenhong with a look of disapproval. "His father, don't just blame me. Aren't you the same? Take advantage of this moment and go and rest. We still have a lot of things to do after daybreak."

Lin Mo woke up slowly from his sleep. It was so quiet around him that he could only hear his own even breathing.

The morning light filtered through the window lattice, scattering patches of light on his face, bringing a subtle warmth. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around, only to find the room was empty. An inexplicable sense of loneliness arose.

"Well, it's time to get up," Lin Mo muttered to himself, struggling to sit up from the bed. A burst of fresh morning air rushed into his nostrils, refreshing him. He simply tidied his clothes and walked out of the room.

The front yard was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of birds breaking the morning tranquility. Lin Mo thought to himself that perhaps the Lin family was still asleep, or perhaps they had already gone to work.

He looked around and saw no one, so he guessed that everyone might be gathered in the backyard, so he decided to go there to find out.

Lin Mo came to the backyard.

The scene before him brightened his eyes: the yard was bustling with activity, and everyone was busy.

Lin Xuejin and Lin Xuebao were standing on a ladder, carefully passing handfuls of corn down from the shelf, while below, Huaer and Lin Sixuan caught them in tacit understanding, their movements skillful and quick.

The others sat around a pile of corn, shelling the kernels skillfully.

The most eye-catching person was Xiao He'er on the wooden cart next to Lu. She curled up into a ball, her small body rising and falling gently with her even breathing. She slept very soundly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

The scene was warm and peaceful, and a warm feeling surged in Lin Mo's heart.

"Sanlang, come and sit here." Lin Siyuan noticed Lin Mo's arrival and called out to him with a smile.

Lin Mo responded and quickly walked over to Lin Siyuan and sat down. He picked up the corn and started to peel it.

As time passed, the sun rose higher and its sunlight filled the entire backyard.

While working, Lin Mo kept an eye on the movements outside the yard, secretly looking forward to the arrival of the grain collectors.

He wanted to see with his own eyes how the Lin family bargained, and how the ancients cleverly used their wisdom to gain the greatest benefits for themselves in transactions.

However, time passed minute by minute, from the dawn to noon, and then to sunset, but the grain collector never showed up.

Lin Mo couldn't help but feel anxious and started to worry, "Why haven't the people who collect the grain come yet? Has something happened?"

He looked up at Lin Wenhong, only to see that he looked normal and was talking to someone else, not seeming to be in a hurry.

Lin Mo wondered in his heart: "Aren't they worried? Or am I already used to the fast pace of modern society, so I feel a little out of place here?"

He thought about it and decided to suppress his anxiety and continue working hard.

After all, it's always a good idea to do more work. Even if you can't see how the ancients bargained today, you can always go and see how the Du family collects rent the day after tomorrow. By the way, how much grain can the Du family collect?

"Uncle Lin! Uncle Lin!" Outside the Lin family's courtyard, a young man shouted and knocked on the door.

"Oh, it's Zhuzi. Why are you so anxious?" Lin Wenhong walked forward with a smile, having already guessed something in his mind.

Zhuzi ran to Lin Wenhong and stopped panting, with an expression of uncontrollable joy on his face:

"Uncle Lin, good news! The grain caravan has arrived and is at the entrance! My father asked me to let you know that our harvest will only be for one day, so you should get ready quickly."

Hearing this, Lin Wenhong nodded and patted Zhuzi on the shoulder: "Good boy, you ran so fast, you must have worked hard. Go back and rest, I will go and prepare."

Zhuzi chuckled and waved his hand, "It's not hard, Uncle Lin. I'll go back and tell my dad to get ready. Your family's grain is of high quality, and it will definitely sell for a good price this year!"

After saying that, he turned and ran out of the yard, leaving behind a string of cheerful laughter.

Chapter 85 That's it