Fang Cili put down what he was holding, pushed open the door, and walked out.

"Da Chuan is here."

Lin Chuan greeted him cheerfully, "Master."

Fang Qiang and Wu Haijun noticed that Master Fang treated Lin Chuan very well, unlike the rumors that he was difficult to get along with.

The two men quickly got off the donkey cart, and Lin Chuan pulled them over. "Master, this is what I mentioned to you yesterday. This is Fang Qiang, and this is Wu Haijun."

Fang Cili looked Fang Qiang up and down, then suddenly asked, "Are you Fang Hongtai's son?"

Fang Qiang was stunned. "Master Fang, you...you know...Fang Hongtai?"

Fang Qiang did not want to acknowledge this father; he never called him father.

Fang Cili seemed lost in thought, and waved to Lin Chuan, "It's awfully cold outside, let's all come inside."

Lin Chuan didn't ask any more questions and quickly told Fang Qiang and Wu Haijun to move the things from the car into the house.

"Master, please have these with your wife first. I'll bring you more later."

When Wei Shue and Fang Cili looked down, they saw that the ground was piled high with good things.

Rice, wheat flour, pork, beef, eggs, brown sugar, white sugar, peanuts, etc.

Fang Cili felt bad about the money, but Lin Chuan's money was still money, and earning it was not easy.

"You spendthrift! Did you move the entire supply and marketing cooperative into my house? Do you think I need to eat all this good stuff? Take it all away!"

Lin Chuan burst out laughing and darted to the door. “Master, if you don’t want to eat, just do whatever you want with it. My donkey is quite heavy to pull over, and I can’t bear to see it suffer any more.”