The following days were a bit like the busy autumn harvest season—tense and tiring, yet incredibly fulfilling. Every day, they watched with joy as the number of Copper Coins in the money pot steadily climbed. Just as Juhua had thought, they had to switch to a larger money pot.
Zheng Changhe could already walk on his own, but he still couldn't do any heavy labor. Qingmu had carved him a cane, which he used to get around every day. He was the one who cleaned all the pig heads and trotters.
