"I missed you all so much," Yang Mengchen cooed.
The Wu family's faces were brimming with smiles, their hearts as sweet as if they had drunk honeyed water.
"Jiujiu, your grandfather still hasn't thanked you for the threshing machine you had sent last time," Old Master Wu chuckled. "In the past, it would take at least three days to harvest the rice, but with that threshing machine, we finished in just one day. That machine is truly wonderful."
Ever since witnessing the amazing utility of the threshing machine, everyone in the village envied his good fortune, having such a clever and filial granddaughter who would send him all sorts of good things.
He was very happy. After the rice harvest was done, he lent the threshing machine to families he was on good terms with. A threshing machine costs thirty taels of silver, and even renting it for a day costs a hundred wen money, thus these families were immensely grateful to him.
