Wang Qingtong felt quite confused when he saw his older brother and sister-in-law were not eating with the rest of them, and he was even more perplexed upon learning they had moved out to live separately. The family offered him no explanation, only sternly warning him never to mention it to outsiders.

Wang Qingtong was generally obedient, especially when faced with such serious admonitions from his elders about keeping quiet. However, just because he wouldn't speak of it outwardly didn't mean it wasn't consuming his thoughts.

Consequently, over the next few days, Wang Qingchen—or rather, the group who had returned home with Wang Qingtong—sensed that Wang Qingtong was troubled by something. It was a situation that bordered on comical; the usually carefree Wang Qingtong, who typically only thought of playing and was oblivious to most other matters, was now harboring a secret worry and playing the melancholic. The others weren't sure whether to comfort him or simply laugh at him.

Finally, Wang Qingchen shifted the topic, informing the others that some of his flower seeds had sprouted and asking if theirs had shown any signs of life yet.

As expected, the moment the subject of flower seeds arose, Wang Qingtong instantly forgot his worries, which were now seemingly a million miles away, and immediately started questioning why his own seeds hadn't shown any movement.

“Qingchen, your seeds have sprouted, so why is there no sign of life in mine?” Wang Qingtong asked. He had made it a ritual: the very first thing every morning upon waking, and every day upon returning from school, was to check on those seeds. His intense focus stemmed from two things: the potential to earn money, and more importantly, this was the first thing he considered a significant undertaking that was truly his own doing. Yet, after checking that morning, there was still nothing. Wang Qingchen’s seeds were already sprouting, so did that mean his own seeds were bad? Or perhaps Wang Qingchen’s family possessed some secret knack?

Hearing this, Wang Qingchen turned to Li Yuntai and Wang Qingyi and asked, “Yours haven’t sprouted either?”

Li Yuntai and Wang Qingyi were in a similar state to Wang Qingtong; they were watching their seeds closely too, and naturally knew theirs hadn't germinated. They both nodded. “Still nothing?”

Wang Qingchen was slightly puzzled too. After all, his seeds had only been planted one day before the other three, yet his had been sprouting for three days already. Could it be because he had used the spatial soil? If Li Yuntai and the other two hadn't used the spatial soil, would their seeds sprout at all? Perhaps they would, considering those seeds had spent time inside the spatial dimension. Recalling how much faster the flowers grew inside the dimension compared to outside, the spatial soil likely had an accelerating effect, meaning perhaps their seeds would only sprout in a few more days.

With this thought, Wang Qingchen offered reassurance: “Don’t worry, they might start growing in a few days.”

Although Li Yuntai and the others agreed verbally, knowing Wang Qingchen’s seeds had sprouted made it impossible for them not to feel anxious. Thus, the three of them rushed back and immediately began hovering around their flowerpots, wishing a sprout would magically emerge right then and there.

When the rest of the family learned the reason for the excitement, they also placed greater emphasis on these flower seeds. These things actually grew, and they even pondered whether they should seek advice from Wang Youfu’s household.

Although Wang Youfu’s family was also paying close attention to the flowers, their household’s immediate priority was the reconstruction of their house. Originally, Wang Youfu had intended to demolish the current structure and rebuild from scratch, but Wang Qingchen had intervened. Wang Qingchen argued that the current house was built after the family split and hadn't been used for very long; since it wasn't leaking or damaged, tearing it down seemed wasteful.

“Father, can we ask the village head to allocate us a new plot of land for a foundation? That shouldn't cost much, right?” Wang Qingchen inquired.

“That certainly costs nothing, as long as the allocated plot is unused and the villagers agree,” Wang Youfu replied, not understanding why his son was asking. Did his son intend to build the house elsewhere?

“Father, this house hasn't been built that long, it’s still perfectly livable. Let’s keep it, and then we can ask the village head to allocate a plot next to it for a new house!” Wang Qingchen suggested.

“Keep it? What would you keep this house for? Once we have the new house, we’ll all live in the new one; we won’t be staying in this old one,” Wang Youfu said, confused.

“Father, here’s what I’m thinking: the flowers from Boss Xue are almost ready, and those seeds will likely yield a decent amount, seven or eight out of ten, producing a considerable income for our family. If we buy more land then, adding to what we already own, we’ll have quite a bit. Will you and Elder Brother be able to manage it all by yourselves? You’ll surely need help. If we hire a field hand, they can also help look after the fields normally. Wouldn't this old house then serve a purpose?” Wang Qingchen reasoned.

“You mean, this house would be for the hired hand to live in?” Wang Youfu hadn't anticipated his son thinking so far ahead.

Wang Qingchen nodded. “Exactly! And even if we don't hire anyone, we can still use the old house for storage, can't we?”

Wang Youfu paused to consider. His son’s logic held merit; the old house had cost a considerable sum to build and hadn't been occupied for long, so tearing it down felt like a pity. Moreover, the old house might prove useful in the future. Considering this, Wang Youfu was genuinely pleased by how far-sightedly his son thought. Therefore, Wang Youfu decided against demolishing the old house and opted instead to find a new plot nearby for the new construction.

Wang Youfu moved quickly. After treating the village head to a meal and explaining his plan, the head readily agreed; finding unused space in the village wasn't difficult. Within two days, the village head helped allocate a new plot of land right near Wang Youfu’s current dwelling.

Wang Youfu had also secured the builders, and construction was set to begin in a few days. The appearance of the new house was only slightly altered from the design sketches Wang Qingchen had drawn; the general layout remained unchanged.

And since the old house was not torn down, Wang Youfu’s family was spared the trouble of constructing temporary straw huts for shelter.

A few days later, the foundation for Wang Youfu’s new home was broken. Building a house was a significant event, so Wang Youliang, Wang Qingshan, Wang Qingyun from the main lineage, and Wang Youtian from the third branch all came over to help. Madam Zhang also came to assist Madam Yang with the cooking, as preparing meals for so many people every day was strenuous work.

Wang Qingchen remained largely unaffected by the family's construction project. His immediate household continued to live in the old residence as before. Aside from Wang Youfu and Wang Qinghua spending time at the new site, and Madam Yang cooking larger quantities of food, Wang Qingchen and Caiyun’s daily lives saw little change.

One day, Wang Qingtong approached Wang Qingchen with a look of happy secrecy, announcing that his flower seeds had finally sprouted.

Wang Qingchen listened and asked, “Really? How many sprouted?”

“Two! My mother and my second sister-in-law are treating those two sprouts like treasures. They won’t let me touch them. Honestly, they don’t think—those are mine…” Wang Qingtong sounded slightly disgruntled.

“Come on, don't act aggrieved. They are just worried you might be too heavy-handed and damage the flowers. Being cautious is necessary,” Wang Qingchen reasoned.

Wang Qingtong nodded in agreement. “That’s true. But, Qingchen,” Wang Qingtong suddenly looked a little embarrassed, “do you think these flowers will actually sell for money?”

“You want to earn money?” Wang Qingchen asked, though he wasn't particularly surprised. Life was hard for farming families, so wanting to earn money was entirely normal.

Wang Qingtong nodded. “Yes. Don’t tell anyone, but I want to earn a lot of money and maybe open a shop or something.”

“Open a shop? You’re giving up on studying?” Now Wang Qingchen was genuinely startled.

“You should know, someone like me isn't cut out for studying. It’s better if I focus on making money!” Wang Qingtong declared.

Wang Qingchen actually thought Wang Qingtong’s idea was quite good—at least it was pragmatic. However, others might view it differently. Though Wang Qingchen couldn't make the final decision for him, he would certainly help where he could.

“Alright. Once those flowers grow large enough, if you want to sell them, I can talk to Boss Xue for you. But even if you sell them, do you think Uncle and Auntie will agree to let you keep the money to buy a shop?” Wang Qingchen questioned.

“Ah? That... that... I haven't really thought about that yet!” Wang Qingtong scratched his head sheepishly.

“Then you need to plan that part out carefully,” Wang Qingchen advised.

“Mm...”

Wang Qingchen didn't inquire further about how Wang Qingtong would handle that; intervening too much in that matter wouldn't be appropriate.

A few days later, Li Yuntai’s and Wang Qingyi’s flower seeds also germinated, but each only produced a single sprout. Li Yuntai didn't mind; as long as they grew, that was enough. But Wang Qingyi couldn't quite accept it: why did Wang Qingtong get two sprouts while he only had one? Even if he couldn't match Wang Qingchen's output, why did Wang Qingtong yield more than him? The petty-minded boy couldn't fathom it.

Fortunately, after Wang Qingchen and the other two coaxed him extensively, he stopped dwelling on it.

Upon returning home, seeing the newly cultivated pot of flowers at Boss Xue’s place thriving vibrantly, Wang Qingchen decided to deliver that pot to Boss Xue first. Then, thinking of the small seedlings grown from seeds inside his spatial dimension, Wang Qingchen hesitated, wondering if he should bring a few of those to Boss Xue, as the boss was likely in urgent need of new varieties.

So, Wang Qingchen secretly entered the spatial dimension again that night. He located the spot where he had marked the spatial soil mixed with the soil from outside last time. Indeed, the external soil he had introduced now looked exactly like the soil within the dimension; there was no discernible difference. This was excellent news for Wang Qingchen: the spatial soil could now be used limitlessly without the fear of running out, as he had an abundance of external soil to replenish it.

Wang Qingchen enjoyed this discovery for a moment before going to check on the seedlings. Some of these were no longer seedlings; some had grown quite large. Wang Qingchen considered this for a moment and decided to pick one of the more substantial plants to bring to Boss Xue, though he wasn't sure if Boss Xue was still in Qingshan Town.