Upon hearing this news, Jiang He jumped with joy on the spot, cheerfully slapping Guan Cheng's shoulder without his previous sternness.
"Guan Cheng, we truly bask in your good fortune! Such a great fortune! We homeless children are all poor laborers, and if we have household registration, we will all be classified as poor farmers. As long as there is a place willing to take us in and it's a productive team with a high grain output, the capable ones amongst us will be able to sustain ourselves as long as we don't slack off!"
Zhang Erya understood, and was stunned.
The other children, not as quick-witted or as old, saw their happiness and started laughing innocently along.
Seeing Guan Cheng again a few days later, they were so happy.
"Don't celebrate too early. Auntie Xue's uncle is not at home, and we still don't know if we can get the household registration!" Guan Cheng spoke these words, yet his face was full of smiles.