After lunch, Zhang Xiaowei and Lu Gui came to Shunshui Village again.
As the saying goes, when one is happy, they feel refreshed. Just over the course of a noontime, Liu Datou seemed like a changed man.
Bare-chested, he was busy clearing weeds in the courtyard.
"Mr. Zhang, you're here,"
he greeted Zhang Xiaowei cheerfully upon seeing him.
"I gave my dad a bath at noon, and we had a good talk. He's finally willing to talk to me."
"As they say, no worries, no burdens. You must be feeling pretty good now, right?"
Zhang Xiaowei walked into the courtyard and joked with him.
Liu Datou laughed and said, "Mr. Zhang, you've cured my dad's leg and helped me with my debts. I feel as if I've been reborn. From now on, I will work hard to make money and make up for all the years I've been in debt to my dad."
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei nodded in satisfaction.
"I came over to talk to you about the brick factory. I plan to appoint you as the manager. What do you think?"
