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An Jiuyue smiled and glanced at Qian Jiyun before explaining calmly to her sons, “Hmm, maybe something happened yesterday, and she forgot to do it today.”

She could not possibly tell them that Qian Yiyun was frightened by her brother.

“Go play. I’ll talk to Uncle Qian for a while.”

“Alright, Mother. Brother and I will go and look at the pink flowers over there. They’re very pretty.”

Qian Yirong slid down Qian Jiyun’s thigh and held his brother’s hand.

“Mother, can I pick one?”

“No!”

Before An Jiuyue could say anything, Qian Yizheng, who had also gotten out of Qian Jiyun’s lap, rejected his idea.

“Rong’er, the flower is growing well. It will wither if we pick it. It won’t look pretty anymore. Let’s not pick it and just look at it.”

The flowers were so beautiful. Why should they pluck them?

“But Uncle Warrior-Servant One said that those flowers are very rare,” Qian Yirong said, tilting his head.

“All the more reason not to pick it, right?”

Qian Yizheng did not understand why rare flowers had to be plucked. Rare flowers were too pitiful. Their lives were even worse than wildflowers by the roadside.

“We have to pick them because they’re rare,” Qian Yirong whispered as he tapped his index fingers together.

“We can set up a stall to sell flowers when we look at the festive lanterns tomorrow. Rare flowers are very expensive.”

Qian Jiyun was speechless. An Jiuyue was confused.

Rong’er, you’re really amazing! You’re already thinking of selling things at such a young age.

Meanwhile, Qian Yizheng was shocked.

This was his younger brother! His biological younger brother! He could not hit him! He told himself he had to bear it and not move his hands.

He took a deep breath and could not resist the urge to educate his younger brother.

“Qian Yirong, the real way to do business and make money is to buy other people’s things at a low price and sell them to another person at a higher price. You shouldn’t be coveting your family’s things. Do you know what they call someone who does that?”

Still tilting his head, Qian Yirong asked, “What?”

“A squanderer!” Qian Yizheng said seriously.

Qian Yirong was speechless. Although he was still young, he knew what it meant to be a squanderer.

He declared angrily, “I’m not a squanderer! I’ll earn a lot of money in the future! A lot! Hmph! I won’t give you a single copper coin to spend in the future because you called me a squanderer. I’ll give everything to Mother!”

Brother is too horrible! He actually called me a squanderer! I’m not a squanderer!

He was particularly quick-witted. He would definitely earn a lot of money in the future—so much that it would overflow the house!

“I’m your big brother. Why would I need your money? I can’t earn it myself?” Qian Yizheng reminded his younger brother unhappily.

Am I someone who doesn’t know how to earn money and only knows how to spend it? If that’s true, that’s too embarrassing! I might as well hit my head with a block of tofu!

Qian Yirong stomped his small feet and insisted, “You can’t! You can’t!”

“Who said so?” Qian Yizheng was indignant. Why would he not earn money?

“I said so!” Qian Yirong retorted.

In any case, he felt that his brother was definitely not cut out to earn money in the future. So what? Was he not allowed to think that?