The child sitting on the ground beside him smiled sheepishly, then glanced at the child about his own age. Why didn't I have a mother...
"Uncle, would you like to buy some wood carvings? Old Dad's craftsmanship is very good." The child spoke timidly, yet his words were full of enthusiasm. "They'll bring good fortune upon you..."
They were none other than Chen Xun and Qian Wuhen, who had come from afar. They had casually found a city to set up a stall and make a living, with the sky as their blanket and the earth as their bed.
"Oh?" The middle-aged man smiled, his gaze settling on Qian Wuhen. "I didn't expect such a little child as you to be so good with words. We'll buy a few, then."
The implication in his words was clear: this boss was not even as good at business as his own child.
The middle-aged man shook his head as he glanced at Chen Xun, then turned his head and said, "Yan Er, pick whatever you like. Take anything you fancy."
"Wow, thank you, Father!!" The child jumped with great joy. She loved how generous her father was. Everyone else was so envious of her.
Qian Wuhen lowered his head and pursed his lips, edging a little closer to Old Dad. So there were so many wealthy families beyond the mountains. They could buy whatever they liked without having to earn it themselves.
Yet he did not feel the slightest envy. Instead, he thought to himself:
One day, I'll buy things for Old Dad like this too. I'll let him buy whatever he wants. He won't need to farm anymore, or sit on the ground using his craft to earn spirit stones.
As for why Little Wuhen had such values, naturally, it was