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

Zhou Yecheng was left standing there, feeling somewhat resentful.

He couldn't help but think that when he went out with Lin Ping, he was constantly embarrassed, while the situation was exactly the opposite when Zhou Xiyin went out with Lin Ping.

This is not Lin Ping's problem, but his problem.

He seemed to have figured something out: he didn't need to fawn over Lin Ping every day; he just needed to maintain a good relationship with his daughter.

Lin Ping has three good qualities: he's handsome, rich, and dotes on his wife.

Isn't it daughters who are used to snag a rich husband?

He couldn't get anywhere no matter how much he talked.

Of course, it also depends on how much persuasion you give...

“Husband, this weaving workshop is enough to buy back the Zhou family mansion. I don’t want you to be too tired,” Zhou Xiyin said softly.

This was indeed her truest thought. Although Lin Ping always managed to escape danger, he had to overcome numerous difficulties. If he were to make a mistake, it could truly be the end of him.

Every act of recklessness is a dangerous one.

She worried about Lin Ping every day and didn't want to live that kind of life.

The weaving workshop was very profitable, enough not only to buy back the Zhou family mansion but also to allow them to live a life free from worries about food and clothing, which was the life Zhou Xiyin longed for the most.

Simple and ordinary, yet sweet and blissful.

Of course, she also had her own selfish motives; she feared the day when Lin Ping would rise to prominence.

When a man is too outstanding, he will inevitably attract attention. Even if Lin Ping doesn't give them a second glance, they are still a threat.

Moreover, once he gains power, he will find a way to locate Jiang Yunying, which has always been his wish.

Lin Ping smiled faintly and said seriously, "I assure you here that I will never do anything I am not confident about, nor will I put myself in danger."

He knew Zhou Xiyin was doing it for his own good, so he raised his hand and swore an oath.

What women want is nothing more than a stable and reliable life, and Lin Ping gave her that sense of security.

He was going to travel far and wide, and he was able to do so safely; this was his promise to Zhou Xiyin.

It was also a guarantee to Jiang Yunying. If he died, how could he rescue her and live shamelessly with her in the future?

Zhou Xiyin smiled faintly and stopped talking. She knew how stubborn Lin Ping was; once he made up his mind, not even a hundred oxen could pull him back.

For the next two days, Lin Ping behaved himself, spending most of his time in the kitchen.

A wise man keeps his distance from the kitchen; if others knew this, they would inevitably gossip.

Zhou Xiyin originally intended to stop it, but she changed her mind whenever she faced that table full of delicious food.

She enjoyed the food and the feeling of being cared for by Lin Ping. She didn't care what others might say; she was happy enough.

Lin Ping always brought the food to the table with a smile and patiently introduced it to Zhou Xiyin.

At night, he would sometimes feel a little lost, muttering to himself, "Why hasn't that Zhu Xiaoji come yet? Could it be that he wants to withdraw his investment?"

If the other party heard this, they would be terrified.

They are at least a small shareholder. You, Lin Ping, can't treat them like this. You have no right to force them to withdraw their shares.

That morning, several large carriages appeared outside Yingtianfu City.

The cargo on the wagon was both desirable and astonishing.

The reason for this longing was that the carriage was loaded with salt.

The reason for the shock is that it was indeed loaded with a lot of stuff. Aren't they worried that the wheels couldn't handle it?

Huh?

Why are the wheels on his car different from other people's?

The steel wheel hub is inlaid with steel bars as thick as a finger, and is surrounded by a dark circular object that appears to be deformed by pressure. Why didn't it break directly?

Zhu Xiaoji exclaimed in admiration, unable to help but admire Lin Ping's intelligence and talent.

These steel wheels and rubber tires not only allow for twice the cargo capacity but also make the journey much faster. The horses moved swiftly and quickly, and within two days, a large quantity of salt was delivered.

Of course, we also have to thank the newly built asphalt road in Jiangcheng Prefecture. The carriage runs smoothly on it, and Zhu Xiaoji even has the urge to speed.

If the area beyond the border weren't under the jurisdiction of Yingtian Prefecture, they wouldn't mind laying asphalt road directly there for future transportation convenience, since asphalt would be free.

The huge oil field in Yancheng is gushing oil on its own. If it is not refined in time, the crude oil will probably flow to other places.

Now, Zhu Xiaoji is only worried about one thing: a manpower shortage! A severe manpower shortage; he's willing to pay any wage.

He had even gathered all the homeless people in Jiangcheng Prefecture, but it still wasn't enough to meet the demand.

As Lin Ping instructed, the major mining areas only recruited the poorest people, so he could not recruit workers on a large scale in Jiangcheng Prefecture.

He even considered taking action against these homeless people in Yingtianfu... oops, I should say beckoning.

The thousands of bushels of salt immediately attracted the attention of passersby.

The news spread rapidly throughout the city, and within half an hour, most of the salt merchants in Yingtian Prefecture had gathered here, and even other merchants came to join in the fun.

Salt is now extremely scarce in Yingtian Prefecture, with prices so high that a pound of salt costs one ounce of silver.

A stone of salt weighs two hundred catties and is worth two hundred taels of silver. This is an enticing figure. If you can buy it at a slightly lower price, you can definitely make a lot of money.

Zhu Xiaoji spread a mat on the ground, sat cross-legged, and watched them argue quietly without saying a word.

The more heated the argument, the higher the price of salt.

Lin Ping was keeping Zhou Xiyin company as she slept soundly when he suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door.

"Son-in-law, are you still not up?" Zhou Yecheng's voice was anxious from outside the door, and he even muttered to himself, "That Yinyin is really something, how could she make her son-in-law so tired?"

Lin Ping rubbed his sleepy eyes, feeling rather down; he really didn't want to get up early.

"Father, please come back later. My husband and I are still resting," Zhou Xiyin replied before Lin Ping could, her voice tinged with anger.

Even if you are anxious, was what you just said really appropriate for a father?

Huh? I think I've been caught in the crossfire?

Lin Ping kept pondering the conversation between the two.

Zhou Xiyin clearly acquiesced to Zhou Yecheng's words.

The two are already married, so it would be perfectly acceptable for them to sleep together. However, Lin Ping doesn't allow anyone to say he's incapable, so how could he possibly get tired? He wouldn't get tired even if he did it ten thousand times.

Lin Ping sat up abruptly, quickly gathered up the mat on the ground, and said loudly, "Father-in-law, please wait! I'm not tired at all!"

Zhou Yecheng glanced at Lin Ping with a puzzled look, and seeing that he really looked refreshed, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to be young!"

"Look at my memory, I almost forgot the important matter," Zhou Yecheng said, slapping his forehead.

"What could have made you so panicked?" Lin Ping asked curiously, even if she didn't say it, he could guess the gist of it.

"A salt merchant has come from outside the city, and it's said he's brought over a thousand shi (a unit of dry measure) of salt," Zhou Yecheng said hurriedly, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth with envy.

Lin Ping really wanted to ask, "Do you even have money to buy salt?" Isn't this just meddling in other people's business?