Chapter 63 - 64: Hot Potato

Chapter 63: Chapter 64: Hot Potato

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“Alright,” Tang Yuxin was crying inside, but she had to put on an innocent facade.

She didn’t know if she had got herself into trouble with Chen Zhong.

At night, Tang Qinian came to pick up his daughter. As always, this honest rural man, full of thanks, broke into a grin at the sight of his daughter. He held her little hand, ready to take her home, amusing her with stories of the delicious food he’d cooked, which were just the usual dishes. But the little girl was always very accommodating, echoing her father’s laughter with her eyes.

Chen Zhong had lived long enough to tell the real from the false, the sincere from the insincere.

“This little girl is something else, huh?”

He sighed, then walked over to the desk. On the semi-old desktop were some character writings that Tang Yuxin had finished today. He picked them up and looked. These were practiced for almost half a year and they look quite decent.

At night, Tang Zhinian held a small basin, Tang Yuxin held a small basin, both father and daughter soaked their feet in the basin. The water in the basin was a slightly light brown color. This was a foot-soaking medicine that Chen Zhong had mixed. It was said that it could help them grow taller in the future.

“Dad, can we plant fragrant vegetables? Let’s replace all our crops with those. In the future, grandpa and I can go to the mountain to pick up medicinal herbs and repay Grandpa with the money.”

Tang Zhinian’s palm was sweating, his hand holding the money was a little numb. He wiped his face, entrusted Tang Yuxin to a neighboring caregiver for a while and then went to Chen Zhong’s house.

“Uncle Zhong, I apologize. Our child is still young and naive,” Tang Zhinian hurriedly put the bundle of Big Unity in front of Chen Zhong. His face was scarlet with embarrassment.

“It’s hers once it’s given,” Chen Zhong continued sorting his herbs, not even giving the bundle of cash a glance.

“Uncle Zhong, take this money, please.”

Tang Zhinian felt the money in his hand like hot potatoes. They couldn’t take people’s money, even if they were poor.

“It’s a loan,” still focused on his herbs, Chen Zhong didn’t turn his head.

“Uncle Zhong, we really don’t need it,” Tang Qinian felt the money burning a hole in his hand, no matter what, he couldn’t accept it.

“Have you had enough?” Chen Zhong turned around, his face visibly irritated, “I didn’t give it to you, it’s for my little apprentice. When she gets older, she will go to the mountain with me to dig for medicinal herbs to sell. If you ask me to take it back now, you’re deliberately trying to slap my face, aren’t you? You want me to lose face in front of my little apprentice?”