Holding the money, Zhuang Yan looked at his younger brother with a bit of uncertainty and said, "It really sold for this much? You didn't hide any, did you?"
The young man hurriedly raised his hand to swear: "I swear, Brother Yan, I wouldn't dare. If you don't believe me, you can ask the stall owners around us."
Zhuang Yan knew he wouldn't dare either and took out two of the bills to give to him: "From now on, if you work hard with me, Brother Yan, I'll definitely not let you suffer."
The young man, delighted with the money, laughed and said, "Brother Yan, we've almost sold all the clothes, shall we help Xia Lin sell hers?"
"No, it's a waste of time. Let's pack up and go to a restaurant."
If Lu Jingqiu were there at that time, she would have never bought anything from a thug like Zhuang Yan, let alone clothes made by Xia Lin.
After coming back from the Black Market, mom rested for a while before they set off for Ten-miles Village.