Chapter 232 - Chapter 232: Chapter 231: Persuasion (4000+) _2 (1/2)

Chapter 232: Chapter 231: Persuasion (4000+) _2

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“How can I be considered the wealthiest? I just earn some hard-earned money. After paying wages to various people, subtracting the cost of beans and the rent for my shop, there really isn’t much left,” said Zhuang Qingning. “Village chief, please don’t give me such a high hat. I can’t bear it.”

Zhuang Jingye suddenly felt like he had misspoken.

Some people care about face, like saying they have two coins when they have one, or asserting they live a life free from worry about food and drink as long as they can afford a pound of pork in their homes. Yet, some people are steady and reserved, unwilling to show off.

Obviously, Zhuang Qingning is the latter.

It’s said that wealth should not be flaunted too openly; otherwise, it could easily invite disaster. Zhuang Qingning is a young girl without elders at home. She can only rely on her sister Zhuang Qingsui. If someone gets jealous, even if he could protect them from any harm, it would still be uncomfortable for her.

It’s better to keep their family wealth hidden. Only then can they live peacefully and uneventfully.

“That’s true. I wasn’t thoughtful enough,” Zhuang Jingye awkwardly laughed. “I was so delighted that I forgot this matter. You’re indeed more thoughtful than I am, Qingning.”

“Well, it’s getting late. Why don’t you go back and get busy? There’s no one here anymore. If anyone comes, they’ll be looking for me. If the beans aren’t enough, I’ll let you know.”

“Alright, village chief, I appreciate your hard work,” Zhuang Qingning thanked him. “Once my tofu skins are done, I’ll save some for you. Consider it a token of my gratitude.”

“Excellent, it’s settled then,” Zhuang Jingye replied, his face full of smiles.

Watching Zhuang Qingning leave, he began to think about how to enjoy the tofu skins.

Tofu skins mixed with peanuts and cucumber should make a tasty cold dish. Tofu skins with green onions also sound appealing. When stewed in a big pot, tofu skins would be undoubtedly delicious. If nothing else, he could braise it. Rich in taste and chewy…

Thinking about all this made him hungry.

Zhuang Jingye rubbed his now empty stomach, looked at the remaining people, and started to pack up his things: “I’m going to leave now. You folks take your time. Look for me when you’ve made up your minds.”

Then, with half a bag of bean seeds in hand and a bench on his shoulder, he headed home.