How could Zhang Xiaolong not know that his father-in-law was speaking of him? He rose and cupped his hands. "Thank you for your guidance, Father-in-law. Your son-in-law understands!"
Mr. Liu nodded. "Since Qian'er chose you before, and I find you quite agreeable as well, I do not care whether you have studied or come from a scholarly family. Now, although you still till the fields and may not be half a bit wealthier than others, as long as you and Qian'er are happy, how could I care about anything else? There is no need to feel inferior. What is wrong with simply being an agriculturalist lad?"
Mr. Liu's words were deeply moving, yet when everyone heard "not wealthier than others," strange expressions appeared on their faces. They were so obvious that even Ji Xiaohua wore one, leaving Mr. Liu rather puzzled. "Could it be... that I was wrong?"
Zhang Xiaolong hurriedly smiled ingratiatingly. "Father-in-law is entirely right. From now on, your son-in-law will steadfastly be an agriculturalist lad!"
Zhang Xiaohua interjected, "Mr. Liu is right, but... this boy believes... Eldest Brother need no longer be any agriculturalist lad! And Guo Village... may not be somewhere we can remain for long either!"
Mr. Liu was greatly astonished. "Why is that?"
Everyone else was likewise puzzled by Zhang Xiaohua's latter remark.
Zhang Xiaohua brushed his hand, and a huge chest appeared in the main hall, placed directly before everyone's eyes.
"This is..." Mr. Liu was utterly shocked.
"To be honest with Mr. Liu, those bandits from West Cui Mountain who came last time were not chasing shadows and catching the wind. Our Zhang family is no longer destitute, nor are we half a bit poorer than others."
Then Zhang Xiaohua waved his hand, and the chest lid sprang open at his gesture.