An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

"If we have a good harvest of sweet potato flour, cassava flour, and dried bamboo shoots, will you come back next year? Will you still let us handle this business?"

Everyone stared in amazement at this seemingly ordinary child. His performance today was truly astonishing. He might say he was just a child, but he was also incredibly brave and quick-witted. He had the guts to speak his mind, surpassing many who had been eating for a decade or two.

Even after asking this question, Daye remained unfazed. He stood there, his eyes fixed on Jing Chunxi. The answer was crucial to their family. His father stared at him blankly, silent, as if he hadn't recognized his own son.

"Would you like to come with us? I can teach you to study and trade." Without immediately answering his question, Jing Chunxi's sudden words surprised all the followers. But thinking back on Daya's performance today, they were not surprised at all, and even felt that the young lady had a good eye for talent.

Jing Chunxi was extending a tempting olive branch, just wanting to see if he dared to accept it. There was a hint of scrutiny in her eyes, as she also observed Daye's reaction.

However, Jing Chunxi's words made Daye flinch. He suddenly tugged at his father's clothes, his hands clenched tightly, clearly feeling a bit uneasy. But his eyes remained fixed on Jing Chunxi, and he didn't say anything shocking.

Da Ya's father frowned slightly and said apologetically, "Miss, you are kind, but the child is still too young."

Da Ya pursed his lips, a trace of confusion and reluctance flashing in his eyes. He also kept staring at Jing Chunxi. Facing such a calm and decisive young lady who looked younger than himself, he felt ashamed and inferior.

Jing Chunxi ignored him. It was not that he absolutely needed this person. He just wanted to help him because he thought that the man was smart, clever, and courageous, and he was a promising talent.

It's a matter that benefits both parties, so it all depends on how the family makes the decision. After all, it's a family matter, so how can we let the child make the decision on his own? Da Ya's parents definitely need to have a good discussion.

By the time the woman had brought the deed, Ah Qi had also completed his contract. Both parties signed and sealed it, and Ah Qi took the deed. Five twenty-liang silver notes were also handed to the man, the smallest denomination specifically given to him.

The man took the banknote, a hint of joy appeared on his face, but he said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you, Miss."

Shaking his head, Jing Chunxi smiled slightly: "No need to thank me, it's written in black and white and the contract is done, this is what you deserve. Do it well! We will have the chance to meet again in the future." The hint was very clear, I hope they can understand.

Jing Chunxi added: "Should we collect it next year? We'll have to wait until we come back next time." Although the family did not get a clear answer, they were still very happy to have made this year's business.

The man carefully put away the banknotes, turned around and asked Jing Chunxi: "Miss, is there anything else we can do for you?"

Jing Chunxi shook her head and said to the family, "You can leave now." Only after they left could she proceed to the next step. If she delayed any further, she was afraid that the restaurant would be closed.

When walking out, Daya still held his father's sleeve tightly, but he looked back every few steps. When he reached the gate of the yard, he turned back to look at Jing Chunxi once. It was obvious that he still had some thoughts in his mind.

The woman was walking at the back, her eyes fixed on the table, but the man scolded her, "If you ask for it again tomorrow, the lady will still embezzle your money." The woman did not look back.

After everyone left, Ah Qi said, "Oil lamps are very precious to farmers."

Jing Chunxi finally understood. She nodded slightly, feeling a little emotional, but also understanding how hard it was for farmers to earn every penny. How could they not cherish it?

Finally, seeing that the doors of the five rooms were still open, Ah Qi grabbed under the table and pulled out a few brand new padlocks with keys. He stood up and said, "Miss, should we lock the door and have two people guard it first? When will Master Tao's men arrive?"

Jing Chunxi hurriedly stopped him and said, "It should be here. You should eat something before coming over. We don't have to guard it. You go out and wait at the gate. I'll take a look and lock the door." After that, he snatched the bunch of padlocks from his hand.

Frosting was stunned: "Master, do you have foresight? Or do you have six eyes? They're coming, why didn't I know?"

Jing Chunxi picked up the oil lamp and rushed over to the door of one of the rooms. She turned around and looked back: Haha, she guessed wrong, no one dared to follow her!

Only Ah Qi remained where he was, looking in her direction, not even a step closer. Everyone else followed the young lady's instructions and followed Tang Shuang out.

Seeing the young lady's sudden action, he knew she was on guard. Ah Qi, feeling guilty, could only turn his head silently and stride out of the courtyard, not daring to have any curiosity at all.

Under the dim oil lamp, the dried bamboo shoots in the room were neatly stacked, categorized by straight, curved, flat, and sliced. These laborers, hired for five copper coins, were truly dedicated and meticulous, making absolutely no mistakes. It was so high, and I had no idea how they'd managed to stack them.

Jing Chunxi walked into the house, slightly opening the door, and took a quick look. After collecting his things, he came out, closed the door, and locked it.

For Jing Chunxi, the transfer of all the things in the five rooms was a matter of a moment.

When he came out, he put down the oil lamp and looked at the brand new key in his hand. Jing Chunxi took out two rows of milk slices from the space and stuffed them under the shabby table along with the bunch of keys.

Let's just treat the milk slices as a snack for the two kids! These brand new locks are also worth two hundred coins. They will be useful when they receive the goods later. The whole family will definitely be happy to see them.

She smiled in her heart, thinking about the expressions on her eldest brother's and her younger brother's faces when they saw the small gifts.

The woman must have been reluctant to part with the oil, so she simply blew out the lamp. In the darkness, she sighed softly. Although this purchase was successful, it also made her feel the hardships of the lower-class people.

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