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The money on the kang (a heated brick bed) looked like a sea.

The glow of the kerosene lamp danced on each brand-new "Great Unity" bill, making people dizzy.

The room was eerily quiet, with only the breathing of the five people and the hissing sound of Old Master Lu's pipe burning.

Lu Qingshan saw a sense of awe and fear that his parents had never witnessed in their entire lives.

Then his gaze turned to Lin Xiulan.

His wife sat cross-legged in the middle of the sea of ​​money, appearing unusually calm.

Lin Xiulan took out several red-headed ropes used for sewing shoe soles from the sewing basket on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He then pulled out a brand-new account book and an abacus from the box and neatly placed them in front of him.

She first divided the pile of money into several stacks.

Put the neatly tied ones on one side and the somewhat loose ones on the other.

The brand-new ones are placed in one place, while the older ones are put back in another.

After doing all that, she picked up a wad of cash.

"Splash..."

She untied the paper strip binding the money, her fingers flying as she began counting the bills.

The movement was so fast that it left only a blur.

Inside the room, only the crisp sound of banknotes rubbing together and the barely audible counting from her mouth could be heard.

"Crackling and popping..."

After counting each stack, she would pick up the abacus, quickly manipulate it a few times, and then write a note in the ledger.

Lu Qingshan noticed that she wasn't just counting.

Every time she passed a stack of money, she would take out a few bills, examine them against the light, and carefully run her fingers along the edges of the paper.

She carefully picked out the few bills with torn corners, set them aside, and prepared to use a cloth dampened with water to gently flatten them.

……

The kerosene in the oil lamp had to be refilled twice.

Lu Changgui and Wang Guifen went from being shocked at first to being numb, and finally leaned against the corner of the wall, their eyelids starting to droop.

Grandpa Lu also changed the tobacco leaves three times.

Only Lin Xiulan stood up straight, as if she never knew fatigue.

More than two hours later.

When the last stack of money had passed through her hands, Lin Xiulan moved the last bead on the abacus.

She raised her head, let out a long breath, and a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Qingshan, the tent is leveled."

"Eighty-eight thousand eight hundred, plus the money already given to Scarface Liu and the others, that makes exactly ninety-three thousand."

After saying that, she began to use red ribbon to tie the money back into bundles of one thousand yuan each.

Finally, she opened the large leather suitcase she had taken back from Su Haiming and carefully stacked bundles of money inside.

As the box clicked shut, Wang Guifen and Lu Changgui seemed to come back to life, both letting out a sigh of relief.

Only when the money is no longer visible does the suffocating pressure finally dissipate.

"Honey," Wang Guifen nudged Lu Changgui, her voice trembling with barely suppressed excitement, "we...we're rich!"

She looked at Lu Qingshan, her eyes shining.

"Qingshan, when spring comes, let's build a big courtyard house in the village! Ten rooms! No, twenty big brick houses! The most impressive kind in the whole village!"

"Put the rest of the money in the bank! Live off the interest! You'll have more than you can spend in a lifetime!"

This was the best arrangement she could think of for the money.

Lu Changgui nodded repeatedly, his stuttering becoming much smoother: "Yes...yes! Build houses! Store...store them!"

Lu Qingshan listened, smiled, and then shook his head.

"Mother, you can't use money like that."

The lively atmosphere in the room suddenly froze again.

Wang Guifen scratched her head: "Then...how should we use it? Uncle Liang at the village entrance said the other day that we should save money!"

Lu Qingshan looked at his family members, who all seemed puzzled.

"If you keep it, it will turn into paper."

"Huh...what does that mean?" Wang Guifen didn't understand.

Lu Qingshan didn't explain the complicated reasoning. He stretched out his finger and drew an irregular circle on the kang (a heated brick bed) covered with a straw mat.

"This is the county seat."

He then pointed to the west side of the circle.

"We want to buy a factory in the county town."

"Buy a factory?" Lu Changgui's eyes widened. "What...what would we buy that for?"

Lu Qingshan looked into his family's eyes and said, word by word.

"In the western suburbs of the county, there is a coal-burning workshop that is about to go out of business."

"Let's buy it."

"First, our own caravan, with Scarface Liu and his dozen or so brothers, needs a place to stay and a legitimate title. We can't keep going on as unregistered, unlicensed thugs."

"Secondly, we need to expand our mountain produce business; we can't just rely on shipping to the provincial capital. With our own factory, we can process the produce ourselves. Hawthorns can be made into hawthorn strips, and mushrooms can be dried, which will generate more revenue."

"The most important point is the third one."

Lu Qingshan pointed heavily with his finger at the area representing the workshop.

"This is called making money from money."

"Exchange money for land, houses, and machinery. These are the things that truly belong to us; no one can take them away, and we're not afraid of wind or rain."

"Money in a box is just a pile of paper. Only when you replace that paper with something real does it become money."

His words left Lu Changgui and Wang Guifen completely bewildered.

All they understood was that their son didn't want to save the money; he wanted to spend it.

Why spend so much money to buy a dilapidated workshop that's about to go bankrupt?

Wang Guifen's heart ached so much she could barely breathe.

Just then, the usually silent old man, Mr. Lu, banged his pipe hard on the sole of his shoe.

Everyone in the room looked at him.

Old Master Lu raised his head, and a sharp glint appeared in his cloudy eyes.

He stared at Lu Qingshan for a full half minute.

"Kid, you're the one who earns this money, so tell me how you're going to spend it!"

He slapped his thigh.

"The land is the root! The words passed down from our ancestors are never wrong!"

"Exchange the money for land, for a yard. Whatever you use that yard for, as long as it stands there, it will be the root of the Lu family!"

The old man spoke, and the decision was final.

Wang Guifen and Lu Changgui looked at each other, still feeling sorry for each other, but no longer objecting.

They trusted their son, but they trusted the old man even more.

Looking at his family members who had been persuaded by him, Lu Qingshan felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders.

He didn't mention that the unassuming coal briquette workshop would become the most bustling commercial center in the county town thirty years later.

The compensation for the demolition of that land alone is an astronomical figure.

Now, he only needs a few thousand dollars to secure this future prime land in his own hands ahead of time.

……

half a month later.

With his work at the forest farm coming to an end, Lu Qingshan was able to take a break again.

Go home and get a good night's rest.

The next morning.

Three newly repaired Jiefang trucks were parked outside the Lu family compound, like three steel behemoths ready to pounce.

Scarface Liu led a dozen or so brothers, all of them full of energy and standing ramrod straight.

Lu Qingshan changed into a clean Zhongshan suit, and his hair was neatly combed.

Lin Xiulan also put on a newly made blue blouse, her hair neatly styled in a bun at the back of her head. She carried the leather suitcase full of cash in her hand, her face displaying an unprecedented composure and confidence.

"Father, Mother, Grandpa, we're leaving."

Lu Qingshan waved to his family at the door.

"Go ahead." Old Master Lu stood at the front, waving his hand. "When you get to the county town, don't show any fear. We don't cause trouble, but we're not afraid of trouble either."

Lu Qingshan smiled, took Lin Xiulan's hand, and got into the cab of the first truck.

Scarface Liu jumped into the passenger seat and glanced back.

The first time he saw Lu Qingshan and Lin Xiulan sitting side by side, that was the feeling he had.

I can't explain it.

I just feel that these two people were born to be together and do something earth-shattering.

"Boss, are we off?" Scarface Liu asked.

Lu Qingshan started the car, and the engine emitted a low roar.

He looked ahead at the road leading to the county town, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a steady and powerful grip.

"Set off."

The convoy kicked up a cloud of dust as it headed towards the rising sun, making its way to the county town.

There lies the first cornerstone of his business empire.