Farming with kids: My deceased husband returns and I spoil him rotten.

The other party was clearly dissatisfied with Shang Qing's suspicion, but just before speaking, he smiled first.

Caught off guard by this, he naturally remained silent.

"That's true, but I don't mean to doubt you at all. But people are always influenced by greed. Aren't you worried that you'll raise prices here because I see business is booming?"

The shopkeeper must have encountered this kind of thing before. He paused for a moment, then nodded, picked up the paper and pen that were placed aside, and was about to write down the contract.

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, Shang Qing suddenly reached out and snatched the item from his hand.

"How about I write down my requirements first? If the shopkeeper has no problems, then we can discuss your thoughts?"

Seeing that Shang Qing had something to say, the other party nodded and then quietly told him about his share and other things.

It was a coincidence that she integrated everything together in one go.

"how?"

"This is indeed a good contract. When will delivery begin? Do I need to give you a deposit first?"

Shang Qing nodded, but did not ask for the full deposit; instead, she took one-third.

"After all, it's the first time we've worked together, so it's normal for you to have some concerns."

"I will give you the remaining deposit and money in seven days."

Shang Qing nodded, then looked to the other side. After confirming that he hadn't seen Liu Bazi yet, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly at the shopkeeper.

The other person thought she was interested in him and was about to get closer when he heard a soft laugh.

"This name really suits you. Jin means making a fortune every day."

"Then let's take advantage of Madam Shang's auspicious words and make a fortune every day."

Nodding to the shopkeeper, Shang Qing wiped the ink off his fingers and quickly left the restaurant, using the excuse of going home to prepare things.

Following her memory, she walked to where the carriage was stopped, only to find that the other party had not yet come out, but the wine jug on the carriage had been emptied. She turned to look at the coachman.

The other person also noticed Shang Qing and wanted to call out to her, but saw her walking over directly, so they didn't say anything.

"I've almost finished my work here, and I'm worried that my kids at home might be bullied, so I'm going back now."

"But it takes about the same amount of time to go back, so why don't we go together?"

Shang Qing did not answer, but simply shook his head, and then strode back the way he came.

However, when she passed the noodle shop she had visited before, she remembered the old man who sold bamboo baskets who had given her a little wealth.

Thinking of the other person's work, I couldn't help but stop in my tracks and even walk straight in that direction.

But she still knew what had happened last time, so she bought some meat buns before walking up to the old man.

"Do you remember me?"

"You? Why didn't you bring the child with you?"

Hearing the old man ask about the child, Shang Qing's lips curled into a smile, as if she remembered something and looked at the more exquisite bamboo basket on the ground.

Seeing her appearance, the other person handed her several baskets suitable for adults.

"These are good too, but..."

The children's ones are more delicate, and they are also the kind that are more suitable for being sold in the system.

After much deliberation, she took the item in her hands.

“These are just what we need when we get back. By the way, do you have any bamboo woven trinkets? My child loves the basket we brought back last time and keeps putting all sorts of things in it.”

Upon hearing this, the old man finally smiled, as if recalling something, and took out several slightly old bamboo woven items from the basket beside him.

“This is the old man’s handiwork. Your child likes it. I’ll make some more another day as a gift for that child.”

"This won't do, these are all your hard work."

After a moment's thought, Shang Qing had a solution, but it was just too difficult to bring up certain forces at this time.

After much hesitation, I finally handed over the steamed buns I had bought.

"Then I'll thank you on behalf of the children; these are just the right amount of return gift."

“How can that be? I’m already halfway to my coffin, what use is this good stuff to me? Take it back for the children.”

Shang Qing shook his head, then pointed to one of the small baskets and forced a wry smile.

"It's quite a coincidence, but you actually have a share in this too."

“Yesterday, a young lady from an official family came by and saw the flower basket my child had made. She insisted on buying it and gave Nian’er some money. She only agreed to give it to me because she knew I was in the city. She told me to make sure to buy you some good food.”

Upon hearing this, and seeing that Shang Qing still had a lot of food in his other hand, the old man ate it without refusing.

Seeing that he was busy eating, she immediately picked out a few more that she thought were unique and took them into her hands.

"I'll take these too."

He placed the copper coin in another bamboo basket and quickly walked forward.

After passing through a small path, Shang Qing noticed the chirping of young chickens coming from inside and immediately ran in.

Are these for sale? What about male and female?

"For sale, two coins each, half male and half female."

"Give me three females and one male." Shang Qing noticed the fluffy appearance of the chicks inside and couldn't help but touch them. "Are you storing their things again?"

The other person glanced at the bamboo basket behind her, tied all four legs together, and put them inside.

Worried that the bamboo basket to be sent into the system would get dirty, Shang Qing didn't stop and went straight to collect the money and leave.

He hid in a more secluded alley and stuffed all the things he was going to put into the system into it.

After doing all this, I thought of my empty home again, so I took a detour back to the bustling city center.

An hour had passed after selecting what I needed.

Looking at the heavy load behind her, Shang Qing imagined the smiles on a child's face when they saw these things, and she couldn't help but smile back.

But when she pushed open the door, she saw a strange man holding San'er, lying on her bed.

Shang Qing's expression changed slightly, but he also knew that there was a difference in strength between the two, so he did not rush forward directly.

But just as she paused, the other person seemed to sense that the child was uncomfortable, and raised his hand to pat the child, just like a father.

Shang Qing saw all of this, but didn't think it was fatherly love. He didn't think much of the other people and took a few steps forward.

"What are you doing in my room? Where are my other two daughters? Why can't I hear their voices?"

Fearing that the other person would become angry if he discovered her, Shang Qing pulled a kitchen knife from his basket and looked at the other person warily.

At first, she was taken aback, but then, as if she had guessed what she was thinking, she stood up and apologized directly.

“The two girls said they were going to pick mushrooms in the back mountain, so I asked Lao Zong to go with them. It was inconvenient for the child to go up, so they handed him over to me.”

"Really?"

Gu Yu nodded, then raised his hand and pointed to the three people pushing open the gate outside the courtyard.

Seeing the three of them chatting and laughing, he put down his knife and softened his attitude slightly.