Li Changyu watched Juhua sit quietly to the side without chiming in, yet it seemed the topics they discussed often originated with her. He couldn't help but get lost in thought. His mind filled with images of her joyful expression while feeding the chickens and the hopeful, yearning gaze in her eyes as she planted willow cuttings. He found her more and more difficult to understand.
'An ordinary village girl? She doesn't seem like one!'
His eyes glinted as he smiled and asked Juhua, "So, what price do you want to sell this rice thresher for?" As he spoke, he looked over at Qingmu, assuming the device was his creation.
Qingmu, however, was unsure about this, so he looked to his sister.
Juhua chuckled softly. "Let Old Mr. Fang name his own price. We'll only make this one request."
Li Changyu was taken aback. He asked doubtfully, "Is that a good idea? Old Mr. Fang may be a generous man, but when it comes to business, no one makes concessions lightly."
