Looking at the crowd around her showing envy in their eyes, Gu Nian touched her chin, thinking she needed a special place to store grain.
Fortunately, Cuihua was silly and strong and could work, Er Zhuzi was honest and obedient, saving her a lot of trouble.
Er Zhuzi sat dumbfounded on the ox cart, looked back at the cart full of grain, and asked Gu Nian, "Little Master, aren’t you afraid I’ll run away with the grain and never come back?"
There was a lot of money in this cart of grain. He hadn’t been here long and already received such trust—it made him feel unworthy.
Gu Nian chuckled, "Because I can be sure, if you take the grain away and never come back, it would definitely be your loss."
Gu Nian wouldn’t make any promises but could certainly ensure that following her, Cuihua and Er Zhuzi’s future would be much more than just this cart of grain.
Er Zhuzi laughed, "I’m just joking. Even if Heaven lent me a few more nerves, I wouldn’t dare do such a thing."
Seeing that time was not early, Gu Nian urged him, "Alright, hurry up and go. When the job is done, I’ll reward you with meat!"
"Alright, let’s go!"
Er Zhuzi raised the small whip in his fingers, and the ox cart slowly moved forward.
"Then I’ll head up the mountain." Cuihua turned around to leave, always remembering the phrase that she would be rewarded with meat.
After pondering for a while, still uncertain, she turned back to ask Gu Nian, "Little Master, do I get a share of the meat?"
Since Er Zhuzi started calling Gu Nian Little Master, Cuihua also changed her way of addressing, and no matter what Gu Nian said, she wouldn’t listen.
Helplessly, Gu Nian could only let her be.
"Of course, we can’t miss out on meat for anyone, especially our Cuihua!" Gu Nian said.
Only then did Cuihua break into a big smile, turn around, and happily run forward.
Seeing how easily satisfied she was, Gu Nian’s mood suddenly improved and became sunny.
She smiled helplessly.
Actually, there’s a saying that’s very true, there’s no feast that doesn’t end eventually; even if she was reluctant to part with Nan Jin Yu, he couldn’t stay in this small village forever.
In the end, he would leave, and when he did... well, he’d leave!
Returning home, Mrs. Jiang was sitting at the doorstep making shoes, Gu Nian ran over, squatted in front of her, propped her chin with her hands, and said, "Mom, how about we kill a chicken and make soup tonight?"
"Why? Craving meat?" Mrs. Jiang took a moment to look up at her and asked.
Gu Nian shook her head, "It’s not me who want to eat, it’s Er Zhuzi and Cuihua. They’re going to be busy following me soon, so we should reward them well, right? Besides, I’ve already promised them!"
Knowing the character of these two people well, Mrs. Jiang was not afraid they would bully Gu Nian in secret, besides, in her heart, Gu Nian was clever and not someone who could be easily bullied.
"Alright, alright, whatever you say, we’ll kill the chicken if you say so, okay?" Mrs. Jiang said.
"Thank you, Mom, you’re the best..." Gu Nian was so happy that compliments tumbled out like they were free.
Back to Er Zhuzi, he carefully drove the ox cart all the way.
These days weren’t stable; if bad luck brought thugs his way, he might lose some grain, and if he was even less fortunate and ran into bandits, he’d be left with nothing, not even a tuft of hair.
Only after returning to the village with trepidation did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.