Li Mingrui seemed to see what was on his mind and spoke to him gravely, "Gengtian, if we really build the sausage and pickle workshops next year, you have to be diligent. Not everyone will necessarily be happy about it—when money gets involved, people start having all sorts of ideas. You can't have a single selfish thought, or this village would be better off staying poor like it was before."
Li Gengtian quickly said, "Dad, don't worry. I won't be foolish. Our family's Changfeng is a Scholar, and Changyu is also directly involved with these businesses. If they're managed well, we'll only stand to gain, not lose."
Li Mingrui nodded and said, "If your heart isn't in the right place, you'll be even less able to manage people like your Third Uncle. I suspect there are quite a few in this village who think like him."
There were naturally many who thought like Li Mingtang, but they just couldn't find a reason to voice their opinions.
