Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Two hundred thousand taels of silver were all used to buy barren land? This way of squandering money seems a bit...ruthless!

Even though Lin Fugui was used to Lin Ping's extravagance, he still felt a pang of heartache seeing more than 200,000 taels of silver go down the drain. His smiling face suddenly turned gloomy and serious, which startled Lin Ping.

"My son, this is over two hundred thousand taels of silver. Have you thought it through?" Lin Fugui asked doubtfully.

This made Lin Ping uncomfortable. If you're unwilling to spend money, why raise a spendthrift? So he replied firmly, "Buy them all, not a single penny will be left."

"Are you sure you don't want to sell the house and Mingyue Tower? Maybe you can get tens of thousands of taels of silver!" Lin Fugui's tense face suddenly broke into a smile, and he finally expressed his intentions completely.

Lin Ping was ashamed; it was undoubtedly his father, and his prodigious spending habits were definitely inherited. Lin Ping only wanted to spend the money in the accounts, but Lin Fugui was selling houses and shops.

Where will you live after the house is sold?

After you sell the shop, how will you make money? Will you stay and tend to those tens of thousands of acres of barren land every day?

I'm just afraid of getting sick from eating dirt.

Having said all that, how could Lin Ping back down?

Pointing his finger at Lin Fugui's nose, he said, "Sell Mingyue Tower? You old codger, are you trying to retire early? Don't even think about slacking off until you're eighty!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Fugui trembled with fear. He was eighty years old, and whether he could even live to that age was another matter, yet Lin Ping wanted him to work until that age.

So he'll have to work for Lin Ping for the rest of his life.

So Lin Fugui hurriedly shook his head and said, "My son misunderstands. Even after selling Mingyue Tower, I will find some ways to make money. I heard that the brick kiln in the north of the city is short of people, and you can always earn fifty coins a day."

"Alright, alright." Lin Ping waved his hand impatiently, unwilling to discuss the specific details of moving bricks with him. The past was too painful to recall, such a painful realization.

Back then, Lin Ping heard that carrying bricks was too hot to handle and that being with a rich woman made his legs tremble. So, he resolutely chose the former and worked on the construction site for a whole summer. His palms were burned raw, and in the end, he happily took the two thousand yuan to pay his tuition.

After transmigrating, he realized that his legs didn't shake at all when he was with a rich woman. He even had trouble holding Jiang Yunying's hand, let alone doing anything that involved shaking his legs.

Therefore, Lin Ping developed a phobia of the brick-laying industry, and even the mention of a brick kiln made his hands ache.

Next, Lin Ping explained the method of planting sweet potatoes to Lin Fugui in detail, and finally summarized it into a sentence: "Dig a hole, cover it with some soil, count one, two, three, four, five, it's your own soil, your own land, whatever you plant will increase in value."

Lin Fugui nodded, half understanding. He knew Lin Ping didn't have much patience, so he didn't dare ask a second time.

After dozens of servants dug the pit, Lin Ping ordered them to bury the sweet potatoes in the soil and cover them with a thick layer of reed mats to keep them warm and retain moisture.

Lin Ping grew up in the countryside and was very familiar with the process of planting sweet potatoes. Within half a month, the sweet potatoes under the mat would sprout and grow dense vines. Then, they could be transplanted to the vast land and grow into high-yield sweet potatoes, without even needing to be watered.

After completing these tasks, Lin Ping ordered these dozens of servants to stay, paying them monthly wages even higher than some truly wealthy families.

After Lin Ping sold off his family property to please Su Lianlian, the Lin family dismissed all the servants and maids, leaving the entire mansion quite deserted and dilapidated, to the point that Chen's mother had to clean it herself.

To ease the burden on Lin's mother and to appear like a wealthy household, Lin Ping hired dozens of servants at once. In any case, Mingyue Tower made a fortune every day, so he wasn't worried about not being able to support these dozens of people.

Just when everyone mistakenly thought that Lin Ping had emerged from his grief, he was lying alone in bed again, only able to briefly forget Jiang Yunying when he was busy.

Clearly, Lin Ping was leaving. He simply wanted to do something for the Lin family before he left, since he might not return.

As night fell, light footsteps arrived at Lin Ping's door, gently knocked on the door, and asked in a voice as soft as a spring breeze, "Xiao'e greets the Prince Consort."

Upon hearing Zhang Xiao'e's voice, Lin Ping sat up abruptly from the bed and lazily replied, "Come in."

After Lin Ping left, Zhang Xiao'e also left. Today, she was suddenly invited by him and was excited for the whole day. She finally waited until evening.

Zhang Xiao'e gently pushed open the door and saw the familiar figure on the bed through the screen. Thinking about what was about to happen, she blushed instantly, her delicate hands clutching her sleeves as she walked shyly to Lin Ping.

The oil lamp inside emitted a dim light, swaying gently in the breeze.

Lin Ping was deep in thought and didn't notice Zhang Xiao'e standing in front of him. Only after looking up did he see her pretty face, which was even more charming with the blush on her cheeks.

The little girl's skin was naturally radiant, and her bright black eyes seemed to speak volumes as she blinked. Paired with this ink-painting-like cheongsam, she looked absolutely stunning, like a fairy.

Lin Ping stared blankly at the other man, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He had long known that Zhang Xiao'e was a natural beauty, a celestial being with just a touch of makeup. He didn't know why, but today this girl had gone to such lengths, even spending all her savings to buy these cosmetics.

After staring at him for a long time, Lin Ping finally swallowed his saliva and said seriously, "Xiao'e, from now on I am no longer your prince consort."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiao'e was overjoyed. She knew that Lin Ping had divorced Jiang Yunying, and thinking about what was about to happen today, she almost called him "husband" directly.

Of course, she knew she was not good enough for Lin Ping and could not become his legal wife. Being a concubine was not a bad choice. In any case, Lin Ping did not have a strong sense of hierarchy and would probably take good care of her in the future.

Besides, I'm young and beautiful. If I can please my partner and make him feel comfortable, ideally to the point of not tasting meat for three months, he won't have the mind to marry a wife. I might actually be able to take his place.

"Could you please close the door?" Lin Ping asked.

Zhang Xiao'e nodded, "How could I make such a basic mistake?"

"Let's begin!" Lin Ping said directly, his previous lewdness completely gone.

Zhang Xiao'e's face was so red it could drip water. With a "Yingning," she deftly unbuttoned the row of annoying buttons on her cheongsam.

Lin Ping spread out a sheet of Xuan paper on the table, picked up the pencil he had prepared earlier, and drew a picture of a chick pecking at rice on it with flamboyant strokes... oops, it should be a piece of clothing.

When he turned around, he suddenly discovered that Zhang Xiao'e was only wearing a red bodice and a pair of shorts.