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The atmosphere fell into silence as Yang Qinghe took a few bites of his meal and looked up at the others.
"I plan to visit Shi Gou Village after the New Year and report back to the army afterward," he said. Both Yang Mother and Yang Qinghe understood that he had unfinished business there, wanting to say his goodbyes.
"Won't you let your mother accompany you?"
"No, I just want to see it for myself!"
Yang Qinghe continued to eat without saying much, his expression blank, which made Yang Mother and Yang Qinghe feel a pang of sorrow.
"Uncle, please take these things back first; I'll return on my own later!"
The Ox Cart was already filled by Yu Songyu and Wang Zhaoran with white flour, sweet potato flour, cornmeal, rice, pork, and cooking oil. The corners were stuffed with various snacks and food items.
"Alright! Let's go!"
Seeing Uncle Bull Cart ready, Wang Zhaoran brushed the snow off Yu Songyu's clothes.
"Let's head back inside for a bit!"
Yu Songyu rubbed her hands together and gave him a sweet smile. Once inside, she quickly took off her shoes and climbed onto the heated bed. It was so cold that her feet went numb in no time.
Wang Zhaoran chuckled as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her feet. He then stepped out of the room to prepare a cup of Malt Milk, handing it to her when he returned.
"Drink this to warm yourself up!"
Yu Songyu took a sip; the creamy taste was rich and delightful, far better than many popular drinks from later times. With just one gulp, she felt warmth spreading throughout her body.
"Why aren't you drinking? Why are you just grinning at me?" she asked with a laugh upon noticing Wang Zhaoran staring at her with a silly smile.
"I'm not cold; you should drink!"
"Now that we have the means, you shouldn't keep depriving yourself. You should eat and drink well! Isn't making money meant for spending?"
As she said this, Yu Songyu remembered that it had been a while since she last checked the accounts.
To her surprise, despite her long absence, the accounts were still clear and well-organized, with every expense laid out plainly. Ever since Yu Songyu's incident, the supply chain had been cut off on her end. However, Wang Zhaoran had managed to establish cooperative relationships with many factories and collectives all on his own.
Not only did he maintain strict quality control over the goods, but he also emphasized the service attitude of the sales staff. Compared to other supply and marketing societies in nearby towns, their business was thriving. Many people even came specifically from the county just to purchase from them.
However, when she looked at the monthly expenses column, she noticed that Wang Zhaoran's funds were still at the same amount as before her incident.
Yu Songyu felt a pang in her heart; this man was too honest. If it were someone else in his position, after such a long time, those resources would have likely changed hands already.
"Hmm?"
Wang Zhaoran leaned in closer, lowering his head to look at the account book.
"This!"
Yu Songyu tapped on the amount in Wang Zhaoran's funds with a pen, feigning seriousness.
"Uh..."
Wang Zhaoran was confused; wasn't this the predetermined price? Was it too high? He leaned in even closer, naturally reducing the distance between them. A faint fragrance wafted over, causing Wang Zhaoran's entire body to tense up. He didn't even dare to breathe, fearing he might ruin this beautiful atmosphere.
"I’m asking you, after all this time, why is there still so little in your funds?"
"You’ve sacrificed so much for us; how could you still take the original amount? How about this: from now on, you can keep your salary as is, and I’ll give you a share of the total revenue at the end of the year!"
"Ah? W-what? How can that be?"
Wang Zhaoran was taken aback; being able to live this life was already a lot for him—something he never even dared to dream of before.
"What’s wrong with that? Are you not going to listen to me?"
"Alright, I will only listen to you!" Wang Zhaoran answered honestly. He had sworn that in this world, he would listen to only one person—Yu Songyu.
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