An Mancang glanced at it absentmindedly, nodded, and had no interest in what the gods had bestowed upon his little daughter. His face was tense as he stared at the Rubik's Cube that the big man was turning.

He had already received twenty coins from the other party; if he transferred the money back, he would have to lose an extra thirty coins.

A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. Why had he agreed?

Time passed slowly, and everyone around was staring at the Rubik's Cube in the big man's hand—

Strangely, the Rubik's Cube that the little kid could solve in a few seconds became impossible for the big man to solve once it was scrambled and handed to him.

With more than half the time already gone, the big man was sweating profusely with anxiety.

"I watched that kid set this up so easily, how come I can't put it together? I just don't believe it."

Half the time had passed, and the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had already gone by. The people around them finally grew impatient.

"I'm asking you, are you sure you can do it? If you can't, hurry up and hand it over. It's been too long. I'll do it." Someone else eagerly pulled out twenty coins from their silver pouch and handed them to An Mancang, handing over the money with great gusto.

An Mancang looked at the twenty extra coins in his hand in a daze, then looked up at the other man who had snatched the Rubik's Cube from the big man's hand. His whole head was a mess.

This looks pretty simple, doesn't it? Couldn't you figure it out?

So he earned twenty coins for nothing?

How can money be earned so easily?

Could what Lewazi said be true?

He then shook his head, staring nervously at the next man. He figured the big man from before must have been unlucky and failed to win.

But after four people took turns trying, none of them were able to pull it off, and An Mancang's anxious heart finally calmed down.

What's going on? How come the things that his son could assemble in a few seconds turned out to be completely useless in the hands of these people?

Not only was An Mancang puzzled, but the onlookers around him were also confused!

Despite the doubts, I finally came to the conclusion that this money is not so easy to earn.

"This is really strange. I just watched the little kid do it by himself. I saw it clearly. How come I can't do it when I try?"

"Hurry up, your time is up. Give it to me. I couldn't put it together last time, but I'm sure I can do it this time. I don't believe I can't beat a little kid."

The burly man who hadn't won at first, still stubborn and unwilling, handed over ten coins to An Mancang. This time, however, he learned his lesson and didn't dare to hand over twenty coins at once.

Qiao Qiuniang and An Jing spent the whole morning tending their stall, but no one came to buy anything.

At Anmancang, people were bustling around, and the stalls were set up, with people busy collecting money all morning.

Even at noon, the crowd around the event hadn't stopped; in fact, it seemed to be growing larger, forming layers upon layers that made it impossible to move.

An Mancang sat on the wooden stump on the ground, dumbfounded, holding Anle. He collected money one after another, but the money he received was only going in and not going out. It was a classic case of getting something for nothing.

With so much money he had suddenly earned, An Mancang was still in a daze, as if it were all unreal.

Looking down at the heavy pile of money, which could only be held in the short shirt he had taken off, he felt as if he were in a dream.

He unconsciously reached out and pinched himself hard again. He didn't know how many times he had felt this pain all morning, but it still felt somewhat unreal.

Anle looked at the bruises on her cheap father's arm and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

Does her cheapskate father have masochistic tendencies?

Although earning so much money all at once made her adoptive father feel like he was dreaming, it was understandable that he pinched himself to feel the reality.

To pinch yourself like this is just too much.

If she stays here for another afternoon, will her cheapskate father's arm still be intact?

He looked at An Mancang with amusement and asked with a smile, "Dad, does your arm hurt?"

An Mancang nodded woodenly.

"Ouch!"

"Then let's not pinch each other."

“Hey—” An Mancang nodded in response, and then a small string of silver coins was thrown to him by the onlookers. He watched as the young boy, who had paid the money, snatched a Rubik's Cube from an old man’s hand with great excitement.

"I'm telling you, old man, you can stop playing around now, this is too much of a cheat!"

"This isn't just the time it takes to drink a cup of tea; you've been playing for almost the time it takes to drink two cups of tea! Give it to me now. I've just paid my money. It's my turn. This time, I'm going to play five times."

"Yes, it's fortunate that the father and daughter are good-natured and didn't hold it against you for the time. Otherwise, even if you managed to finish it by the time limit, would they have paid you?"

The old man reluctantly flicked his sleeve, glanced at the young master who had snatched the Rubik's Cube and started turning it, and snorted coldly.

"That's still better than you, who's paid money eight times and still hasn't won a single time. You spendthrift!"

"I have plenty of money, I'm happy to spend it, it's none of your business!"

An Mancang stared at the small string of silver coins in his hand, swallowed hard, and realized that this string of coins probably had a hundred coins.

He couldn't help but pinch his arm again.

Anle couldn't bear to watch. "Dad, please stop pinching. If you keep pinching, all the money we earn will end up being used to buy your medicine."

An Mancang nodded, his face flushed.

"Alright, I won't pinch anymore." With that, he took the small string of one hundred coins and began to carefully count them one by one. Sure enough, it was one hundred coins, not a single coin more or less.

After counting, An Mancang stuffed the items into his clothes and wrapped them up.

Smelling the aroma of meat wafting from the steamed bun shop next door, Anle sniffed, rubbed her stomach, and felt a little hungry.

According to this schedule, she usually goes to the space to eat when she is at home, but now she can't eat here and has to go out to buy something.

"Dad, I want to eat meat buns, I'm hungry."

An Mancang was taken aback. He glanced at the copper coins in the clothes, counted out six coins, and handed them to An Le.

"Go ahead, and buy a sugar figurine from the side."

Anle smiled and accepted the six copper coins from Anmancang, then happily went to buy meat buns.

Upon learning that the meat buns cost three coins each, Anle blinked, thinking of what Anmancang had just mentioned about buying sugar figurines.