After being reborn, the young master returned to his village and led his wife and daughters to prosp

Lin Desheng rubbed his hands together and said with emotion, "Third brother, we've made so much money just from the snails that the children brought. It looks like we need to get the rest of the villagers involved as soon as we get back."

Even Lin Desheng clearly realized how much profit could be generated if all the villagers were mobilized.

Moreover, as the boss just said, he only thinks he has too little stuff, not too much, and he'll take as much as he can get. This kind of opportunity to make big money is rare and hard to come by.

"Don't worry, I have my own arrangements."

Lin Fan smiled, looking confident that everything was under control, which reassured Zhang Weihao and Lin Desheng quite a bit.

Now Lin Fan is the backbone of their family. After witnessing what Lin Fan has done many times, they have no doubts about him anymore. If Lin Fan says it will happen, then it will happen.

"Dad, brother-in-law, you two go to the restaurant where we delivered the mushrooms before. I'll go get some fabric and make new clothes for Qiao'er and the others when we get back."

"I'm so tired. Third brother, keep an eye on the money and make sure it's safe so no one steals it!"

These days, the world is not peaceful, and there are many petty thieves on the streets.

After giving him some instructions, the three of them parted ways. Lin Fan went to the market, while Zhang Weihao and Lin Desheng went to the small restaurant where they had eaten earlier.

Lin Fan had said before that once he made money, he would not only dress all the children and women in his family in new clothes, but also his brother-in-law, adoptive father, and second brother. So he bought a lot of cloth, needles and thread, and some trinkets.

These items cost a total of over twenty yuan, but Lin Fan didn't mind.

At his current rate of earning money, he really didn't care about twenty-odd yuan.

And just a short while after Lin Fan left.

in the restaurant.

Zhang Weihao and Lin Desheng entered the store with the ten yuan given to them by Lin Fan.

Upon seeing the two familiar faces enter, the restaurant owner quickly came to greet them.

"You two gentlemen are here for dinner again?"

However, he nodded blankly and said with a simple smile, "Two bowls of noodles will do, thank you."

The proprietress called out towards the kitchen, then looked at the two of them with a smile.

"No mushrooms delivered today?"

Lin Desheng took out his pipe from his pocket, tapped it in his hand, and laughed, "Something came up today, but I'll definitely send you the fresh mushrooms as soon as they arrive tomorrow."

"Alright, if you catch any pheasants or other mountain delicacies, you can send them over. The price is negotiable."

After a brief greeting, the proprietress turned around and saw that there were no seats left in the restaurant.

She frowned slightly, then suddenly smiled and said, "You two have come at an inopportune time, there's nowhere to sit. But it's alright, I have a small table in my room, I'll move it to the doorway so you can sit there."

The two of them certainly have no objections, as long as the boss agrees.

Then the proprietress brought a small table from her residence behind the restaurant and set it up at the restaurant entrance.

The two sat down, when suddenly they felt the urge to urinate.

Zhang Weihao hesitated and said, "Dad, I need to go pee."

Lin Desheng had been walking all the way, and the porridge he had drunk in the morning was making him feel a bit bloated.

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

The two left.

After searching around the area, I finally found a dilapidated public toilet. I paid a dime, went in, used the toilet, and then left.

However, when they returned to the restaurant after using the restroom, they were somewhat surprised to find a young man sitting at the small table the proprietress had brought for them.

Zhang Weihao and Lin Desheng exchanged awkward glances.

These two honest, simple country men had never encountered such a situation before.

Lin Desheng put on an embarrassed smile, walked up to the young man, and said in a low voice, "Young man, this seat is ours. Of course, if you don't mind, you can sit down and eat with us."

The young man was well-dressed, had an arrogant look in his eyes, and his hair was combed until it was shiny. He was obviously a wealthy man from the county town, so the two of them didn't dare to offend him.

Upon hearing Lin Desheng's words, the young man turned around and frowned at him.

"You're saying this seat is yours?"

Lin Desheng smiled and nodded: "My son-in-law and I just went out to pee, but it's okay. This table is enough for four people. We can eat together."

Lin Desheng's goodwill was clearly not reciprocated with politeness.

He glanced at the two of them and said indifferently, "Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it's yours. Do you have your names written on it?"

Lin Desheng's smile froze instantly.

Clearly, honest as he was, he didn't know how to respond to that.

Seeing his father being rebuked, Zhang Weihao couldn't hold back any longer and snorted, "You're really sharp-tongued, Dad. Don't pay him any mind. Let's sit down."

As he spoke, he pulled Lin Desheng to sit down, but the young man stood up and kicked the bench in front of them.

"This seat is mine. I don't have the habit of sitting at the same table with others. You can go somewhere else."

Zhang Weihai was taken aback, then looked at the young man with some annoyance and said, "What are you sitting for?"

"You're so unreasonable. It's one thing to take our seats, but we can all sit together. Instead, you won't let us sit. Aren't you being too domineering?"

The young man looked at the two of them, a smile playing on his lips, and said disdainfully, "I heard that you country folk are used to squatting to eat. Although there are no seats left here, there's still plenty of open space. Why don't you just find a corner to squat and eat?"

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Weihao could no longer contain himself. No matter how honest and simple he was, he could tell that the other person meant him an insult, and he was so angry that he wanted to go up and beat him up.

"What? You want to hit me? You can try. This is a county town, not your rural area. If you dare to lay a hand on me, you can prepare to sleep in the detention center tonight."

However, one sentence from the other party extinguished Zhang Weihao's anger.

He looked angrily at the young man in front of him, but felt somewhat helpless.

Seeing that the two remained silent, the young man sneered, "Country bumpkins!"

The commotion naturally attracted the attention of the onlookers.

Those who were eating stopped eating, fell silent, and looked over here.

Hearing the commotion, the restaurant owner came out and said in a flustered manner, "What's going on? What's going on? Why are you arguing over a meal? Calm down, calm down."

When he arrived before the scripture and saw the scene before him, he was somewhat stunned.

"Hey, gentlemen, what are you standing there for? Please sit down. Young man, you want to eat, right? What would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen staff make it for you right now. Please stop arguing."

Before Lin Desheng and the other man could speak, the young man said casually, "I'm not used to sitting at the same table with other people, especially with country bumpkins. It affects my appetite."

"Boss lady, could you please have them sit somewhere else?"