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Once the last villager left satisfied with the money, the area under the elm tree was finally quiet.

Lu Qingshan rubbed his aching lower back and stared blankly at the pile of sacks in front of him, which looked like a small mountain.

The quantity was much greater than he had imagined.

For two whole hours, the three of them didn't stop working, and they didn't even have time to drink water.

Lin Xiulan's forehead was also sweaty, and she was gently wiping it with her sleeve.

Li Erniu was exhausted. He plopped down on the ground, panting heavily, but a satisfied smile was on his face.

Grandpa Lu strolled over from his house with his hands behind his back, dragging a creaky little cart.

He walked around the pile of mountain goods twice, his brows furrowed in worry.

"This...this is too much."

"Our little yard can't hold all this stuff."

Hearing this, Li Erniu, who was counting his wages, quickly stood up, patted the dirt off his backside, and spoke somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sir, Brother Qingshan, how about... how about we take him to my house first?"

"My yard is big, and it's right at the village entrance. Aren't you going to take this stuff to the city to sell? You can just load it onto the truck at the village entrance, which will save you a lot of trouble."

Lu Qingshan's eyes lit up; this was indeed a good idea.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Erniu."

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"

Li Erniu waved his hand, his enthusiasm growing even stronger.

The group of men started huffing and puffing as they carried goods to Li Erniu's house again.

Lu Qingshan carried a bulging sack on his shoulder, his steps steady.

……

Late at night.

The kerosene lamp in the main room of the Lu family was turned up brightly, casting several swaying shadows on the wall.

Lu Qingshan and his son Lu Changgui stared at each other, wide-eyed, at a pile of crumpled straw paper on the kang table.

The joy of the daytime has vanished without a trace.

In the morning, the crowds were so dense that the villagers were all talking at once, announcing their weights and measures. He could only frantically scribble a few lines on a tattered piece of paper.

Draw a circle around the dried mushroom, a triangle around the hazelnut, and a little person around the ginseng...

In that short time, he had almost completely forgotten about it.

"Dad, was Aunt Zhang's produce ten catties of whole mushrooms or ten catties of hazel mushrooms?"

Lu Qingshan scratched his head, feeling that it was even more tiring than fighting the Black Bear King.

Lu Changgui stared at the scribbles-like markings for a long time before sighing.

"This...this doesn't look like a mushroom, it looks more like...a steamed bun."

"This account is a mess, a complete mess." Lu Changgui's face was full of worry. "If we miscalculate the money, our family's reputation will be..."

He didn't continue speaking, he just kept shaking his head.

Just then, the curtain was lifted, and Lin Xiulan walked in carrying a wooden tray.

On the tray were two bowls of steaming hot hand-pulled noodles, topped with two golden poached eggs and sprinkled with bright green scallions.

"Dad, Qingshan, let's eat first, the noodles are getting soggy."

Her soft, gentle voice dispelled the heavy atmosphere in the room.

As soon as Lu Changgui saw the bowl, his stomach growled loudly. He forgot all his worries and started slurping it down.

Lu Qingshan was also starving, and he quickly finished a large bowl of noodles.

After the father and son finished eating, Wang Guifen called them to wash up, leaving Lin Xiulan alone in the room.

She cleared away the dishes and her gaze fell on the pile of messy scrap paper.

She found a pencil and a ruler.

Under the dim light, she spread out a clean sheet of homework paper, and carefully drew grids on it using a ruler.

Half an hour later, Lu Qingshan returned to the house, ready to continue his battle with that pile of messy accounts.

He froze as soon as he entered the door.

On the kang table, the pile of messy straw paper was neatly stacked to one side.

Instead, a new sheet of paper was covered with grids.

The top row has a few neat characters: name, goods, weight, unit price, and total amount.

Below, row upon row, line upon line, are the names of every villager who sold their goods: Li Erniu, Aunt Zhang…

It's clear who sold how many hazelnuts, who sold how many walnuts, the unit price, and the total amount owed—everything is meticulously recorded and readily understood.

Even the total sum was marked in red at the bottom.

This... isn't this the most standard "inventory management record" of later generations?

Lu Qingshan then looked at the corner of the wall, where the sacks that were originally mixed together had been neatly stacked and sorted.

There was a pile of dried mushrooms, a pile of medicinal herbs, and a pile of dried fruit, with simple markings written on them with strips of cloth.

As he watched all this, and then looked at Lin Xiulan who was bending down to erase a misspelled word, a surge of immense joy overwhelmed all his fatigue and irritability.

He rushed over in one stride, picked Lin Xiulan up around the waist, and spun her around several times.

"daughter in law!"

"You're a genius!"

Lin Xiulan was startled by his sudden action, and two blushes immediately rose on her cheeks. She buried her face in his broad chest in embarrassment.

"Quick...put me down, we haven't registered our marriage yet." Her voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's hum.

Lu Qingshan gently put her down, but his hands were still tightly wrapped around her waist, his eyes shining brightly.

"From today onwards! All the accounts and transactions for this family business are yours to manage!"

"You're our boss! The manager!"

He leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, and his warm breath tickled her ear.

"From now on, all the money I earn will be under your control."

Lin Xiulan's heart was pounding wildly, and her whole body went limp.

She could sense that Lu Qingshan wasn't joking; the seriousness and trust in his eyes were more intense than all the money in the room combined.

The couple was enjoying this rare moment of sweetness.

The curtain to the main room was lifted again.

Lu Changgui poked his head in, and looking at the mountain produce piled up in the yard and inside the house, his face clouded over again.

"Ah, Green Mountain..."

"The accounts are clear now, but... but how are you going to sell all this stock?"