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As dawn broke, the entrance to Baihuatun village was already crowded with people.

The small mountain that Lu Qingshan piled up with money on the millstone yesterday has also piled up a mountain in the hearts of the villagers.

The storm did not subside overnight; instead, it intensified.

Every household brought out their most treasured possessions, pushing them on carts and carrying them on their backs, forming a dense, dark mass that completely blocked the road leading to the village entrance.

"Don't push! Line up!"

A loud-voiced man shouted, but it was no use; the crowd continued to surge forward.

"Make way, make way! My mushrooms are the best batch from last autumn!"

"Get lost! My walnuts are the real top-quality stuff!"

The noisy commotion shook the snow off the branches.

"He's here! He's here! Boss Lu is here!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to the village entrance.

Lu Qingshan rode his bicycle, Lin Xiulan sat on the back, and Li Erniu drove the oxcart, coming over at a leisurely pace.

Today, Lu Qingshan was dressed in his usual neat attire, with little extra expression on his face.

He got off his bicycle and looked around at the almost out-of-control scene.

He didn't say anything, but simply propped up the bicycle and placed Lin Xiulan's canvas bag from yesterday back onto the large millstone.

Untie the knot.

One stack, two stacks, three stacks...

A brand new great unity was once again piled up on the bluish-gray stone mill.

The noisy village entrance fell silent instantly.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their throats feeling like they had a wad of cotton stuffed inside, unable to utter a sound.

This is more effective than any words.

"Erniu, set up the table and put on the scale."

Lu Qingshan's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Okay!"

Li Erniu agreed and quickly set up the table and steelyard.

Lin Xiulan walked behind the table, took out paper and pen, and sat down quietly.

Lu Qingshan patted the money on the millstone and looked at the flushed faces in front of him.

"Fellow villagers, the rules remain the same as yesterday."

"Good goods, good price."

"My wife does the accounting, Erniu weighs the food, and I pay."

"Line up, one by one. There's plenty for everyone today."

Old Sun squeezed in at some point, and he took his long pipe and banged it hard on the ground.

"Did you all hear that?! Boss Lu has spoken!"

"Line up! Anyone who dares to cut in line, I, Old Sun, will be the first to object!"

With Old Man Sun's words and the pile of money on the millstone keeping them in check, the crowd finally calmed down and formed a long, crooked line.

The first one was a lean man who slammed a sack of hazelnuts down in front of the scale.

Li Erniu lifted the scale and loudly announced the weight: "Three jin and six liang, the correct weight!"

Lin Xiulan's pen flew across the paper as she wrote, then looked up and said, "Four yuan and sixty cents."

Her voice was clear and crisp, and her pronunciation was distinct.

Without saying a word, Lu Qingshan counted out four one-yuan bills from the pile of money, and took out six mao (0.6 yuan) from his pocket, handing them to the man.

"Here you go."

The man took the money, his hands trembling.

He stuffed the money into his pocket, patted it, then took it out to look at it, grinned foolishly, and shouted at the people in line behind him.

"Give it back today! Not a penny less!"

That shout was like pouring a spoonful of cold water into boiling oil.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, everyone's face filled with fervor.

"Hurry, hurry! It's my turn!"

"I have some dried wild grapes!"

The acquisition site was bustling but not chaotic.

Li Erniu had the loudest voice and was responsible for maintaining order and weighing the items; he wielded the scales with great force.

Lin Xiulan sat there quietly. No matter how messy the accounts were, they became clear in her hands, and she remembered every single detail perfectly.

Lu Qingshan stood beside the pile of money like a supervisor, handing over the money with one hand and taking the goods with the other, his movements swift and efficient.

After a morning, the mountain of money on the millstone had shrunk by half, while the sacks next to it were piled up taller than a person.

Some villagers took their money to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy cloth, while others discussed how many kilograms of meat they wanted to buy. The whole Baihua Village was filled with a festive atmosphere, like that of the Chinese New Year.

By the afternoon, fewer and fewer people were coming to sell their goods.

Looking at the harvest scattered on the ground, Lu Qingshan felt reassured.

He walked up to Old Man Sun, who was smoking a pipe with a big smile on his face, and offered him a cigarette.

"Mr. Sun, thank you so much for today."

Old Sun took the cigarette, grinned, and revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Mr. Lu, you're too kind. You've done a great service for Baihua Village!"

"From now on, I will set up this receiving point in Baihuatun."

Lu Qingshan looked at the mountains in the distance.

"I come here to pick up goods once a week, so I need to find a place to store them and have someone trustworthy to help watch over them."

Old Sun's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Xiao Lu, what do you mean by that...?"

"Mr. Sun, I'd like to ask you to take charge of this business."

Lu Qingshan doesn't beat around the bush.

"From now on, when the villagers have goods, they can sell them directly to you, and you can help with weighing, bookkeeping, and receiving the goods."

"The rules remain the same: anything moldy, damp, or covered in dirt is unacceptable."

"As long as it's clean dried goods, I'll give you an extra cent for every pound."

Old Sun was stunned.

One cent may not seem like much, but the amount is huge!

He quickly did the math in his head and realized that he had collected at least a thousand kilograms of goods today.

Adding up those pennies one by one, you can earn several dollars a day!

That's more than he earns in a year working in the fields!

"Of course," Lu Qingshan changed the subject, his voice turning slightly colder, "If there's a problem with the goods, like they're two pounds short, or you receive substandard products, then you'll have to bear the loss yourself."

A combination of kindness and severity.

Old Sun tightened his grip on his sleeves. He looked at Lu Qingshan's young yet profound face and felt a sudden unease.

This young man is no ordinary person.

The benefits offered were substantial, but the promises made were equally ruthless.

However, this job was like a windfall for him.

"Don't worry, Boss Lu!" Old Sun patted his chest loudly.

"Leave this to me! As long as I, Old Sun, am breathing, this mess won't go wrong!"

"Okay." Lu Qingshan nodded. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Elder Sun."

He counted out five hundred yuan from the pile of money and handed it to Old Sun.

"This is the deposit and working capital for next week. Xiulan will prepare the ledger for you."

Old Sun took the thick wad of money, feeling its weight.

This is not just money; it is the trust Lu Qingshan placed in him, and also the responsibility that rests on his shoulders.

Everything was settled, and Lu Qingshan was in a good mood, preparing to have Li Erniu load the goods onto the truck.

Just then, a commotion broke out at the village entrance.

A stylishly dressed woman with an unpleasant expression appeared at the entrance of Baihuatun village, accompanied by a sleazy-looking man.

It was Lin Xiumei and Yu Gaoyang.

Lin Xiumei immediately spotted the mountain of mountain goods piled up not far away, and Lu Qingshan standing beside the pile of goods; her eyes instantly turned red.

She never expected that Lu Qingshan would actually start a new venture, and make such a big fuss about it.

Yu Gaoyang frowned, looking at the impoverished village and the "rubbish" scattered all over the ground, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"Brother Qingshan, isn't that..." Li Erniu also saw it and whispered a reminder.

Lu Qingshan didn't turn around, but coldly uttered two words.

"Load it onto the truck."