After being reborn as a man, the woman improved her family's fortunes through education.

The two had a very pleasant conversation over the meal.

Song Cheng is over thirty this year, old enough to be Jiang Xiaoqi's father, but they get along quite like good brothers.

Jiang Xiaoqi silently memorized the name and location of the restaurant, thinking of bringing her mother there to eat another day.

The two parted ways at the entrance to the cookbook shop, one going left and the other right.

"Boss, give me fifty sesame seed cakes."

Song Cheng returned to the spot where the incident had just occurred and found the pancake stall that had been affected.

The shop owner, who was about to pack up and go home, was stunned. What? Fifty sesame seed cakes?

"Hey? You, you're that person from back then? You want so many sesame cakes? Are you sure?"

"Yes, did that vegetable farmer's radishes just smash a few of your pancakes?"

"Huh? Oh, five."

The owner of the sesame seed cake stall had already picked up his own sesame seed cakes, thinking he would peel off the outer layer and have his family eat them.

It's all made of white flour, we can't waste it.

"Okay, then give me another forty-five sesame cakes, and I'll charge you for fifty."

After Song Cheng finished speaking, he started taking out copper coins. Each sesame seed cake cost one copper coin. He took out the money and put it in the basket on the sesame seed cake stall.

The pancake stall owner hurriedly wrapped the pancakes in oil paper, but instead of forty-five, he wrapped fifty.

They packed ten to a pack, making five large packs in total.

Song Cheng naturally realized that there weren't many honest businessmen like him these days.

"Okay, thank you, boss! I wish you booming business!"

"Thank you for your patronage! Thank you!"

After Song Cheng left, the pancake stall owner looked at the three or five pancakes left in the basket, as well as a few he had picked up. Hmm, he thought, "I won't have to make my wife cook bean porridge for dinner."

Although he runs a food business, his family rarely gets to eat white flour. Today, the sesame seed cakes were smashed, and he was heartbroken, but the thought that his child would have an excuse to eat a sesame seed cake made him feel less bad.

Who would have thought that the benefactor from earlier in the day would come back to buy sesame cakes from him? There are still many good people in this world...

The pancake stall owner pocketed the fifty coins and went home with a smile on his face.

"Honey, I'm home. Don't cook porridge tonight, let's have rice, no, let's have flatbread!"

"Honey, what's wrong? Business is slow today? Didn't you sell any pancakes?"

A woman dressed in coarse cloth came out of the kitchen, her face full of worry.

"No, they're all sold out. There aren't many left. A big customer bought fifty sesame cakes today, so I came back early."

"A big customer? That's so lucky. But you don't need to be so extravagant as to eat sesame cakes. I've already soaked the beans."

"Oh dear, you don't know, there are enough pancakes for today, so don't worry about wasting them. Here's the thing..."

The man told his wife everything that had happened that day, and the woman looked on in disbelief.

"It's truly rare to find someone with such a conscience in this world. Alright, in that case, let's have some sesame seed cakes tonight to celebrate you meeting such a good person!"

"Wife, here is your purse, take it."

The woman took the money bag, which was full of shiny copper coins. She carefully poured all the coins onto the table and counted them one by one.

“Honey, this isn’t right. You made a total of 150 sesame cakes today, and now there are only five left. If you pick up the five dirty ones, that makes ten.”

That means you sold a total of 140 today, which should be 140 coins, but look, it's 150 coins in total.

"Hmm? That shouldn't be the case..."

The man counted it three more times, and it was still 150 coins.

"Oh, it was that big spender. He didn't give fifty coins, he gave sixty."

I didn't want to take advantage, so I gave them fifty sesame cakes, but they also gave me ten extra coins. This is really...

"Our husband has really met a kind person. Isn't this like they've treated our family to ten sesame cakes?"

The woman's eyes lit up. She didn't think it was a waste to eat sesame cakes for dinner. Wasn't this just like getting a free meal?

"Is that so? Well, alright, call the children over to eat the pancakes. And make some millet porridge to go with the pancakes."

Song Cheng returned to the backyard of the county government office. Now that there was no mistress in the backyard, his servants, clerks, and other staff could freely enter and leave.

The two advisors serving the master even lived in the side rooms, so they could discuss official business at any time.

In the backyard, only the maid and the cook were women, and they were both quite old.

All the other servants were men, and there was no strict separation between men and women.

Song Cheng carried the sesame cakes to the room where the clerks worked. Clerk Xu was reading a book, and Clerk Zhang was sorting out accounts.

Upon seeing Song Cheng enter, the two temporarily put down what they were doing and stood up to greet him.

"Manager Song, what's going on?"

"I apologize for disturbing you two advisors, but I bought too many sesame cakes when I went out today. I'll give you two a pack each, so you can have a bite if you get hungry tonight."

After saying that, he placed a large package containing ten sesame seed cakes on the table between the two of them.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, you two can get back to your work."

"Ah? Oh, okay, Manager Song, take care. Thank you, thank you for the sesame seed cake."

The two advisors exchanged a puzzled look. They really had come to deliver sesame cakes! Wow! And so many!

There are only two of them. How long will it take them to eat? It's so hot here. Won't it go bad by tomorrow?

"Never mind, keep four. I'll take the rest to the gatekeeper. It's all thanks to Steward Song's kindness."

Song Cheng was the master's confidant, a position higher than theirs as later advisors, so they had to be treated with deference.

Song Cheng then took the remaining packets of sesame cakes to the yamen runners and clerks. There were many people there, so he simply left three packets.

The remaining package was taken to his master's place. As soon as he entered, he placed the oil paper package on the octagonal table.

"Master, I'm back. I ran into that young master today..."

"Oh? So he's not the son of a local gentry. But from what you've said, he seems quite special and worth befriending."

Song Jin put down her teacup and reached for the conspicuous oil paper package.

"Yes, Master, this man is meticulous and does not follow the crowd of public opinion. Instead, he maintains a clear mind to think about the true nature of issues, which is very rare at his age."

"Oh? Ah Cheng, you rarely give people such high praise. It seems this person is quite extraordinary."

"Yes, there is no shortage of people with extraordinary talents in this world. I have seen some of the world while following you, Master. However, I don't understand those talented people who compose poems and couplets."

The friendliness shown towards the younger ones... is entirely out of respect for you, Master, and the Song family's social standing; it's a deliberate act of accommodation and acceptance.

But when I chatted with this young master Jiang, I didn't feel that way at all. We hit it off immediately, regardless of our talents, social status, or age.

Song Jin knew Song Cheng; they had grown up together and been companions for over twenty years, and he knew Song Cheng's personality best.

Song Cheng is tactful and worldly-wise in his dealings with people. He is loyal to the Song family and appears to be respectful to everyone when interacting with others. However, he rarely praises anyone sincerely in front of him.

He's still just a teenager. If Song Cheng were married at this age, his son would be a teenager by now...

Now he's calling a twelve-year-old boy his brother, how interesting!

Even he wanted to meet this young master Jiang...

Song Jin took a bite of the sesame seed cake. Hmm, although it was completely cold, the taste was still alright.