I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

"Shen Dong, I raise a toast to you on behalf of your villagers; well done for bringing prosperity to Shishan and giving the people of Shishan pride!"

"Oh, come on now." Shen Dong wiped his mouth and quickly stood up, "You’re putting the hat on a bit early, I haven’t done anything major."

"What more could you possibly want to do?" Zhu Dunzi’s exaggerated expression, as he reached into the smoked meat jar and passed Shen Dong a pig’s trotter.

Every pore on him was radiating pride as he said in a boasting tone, "Our village has some skills, everyone’s followed Yu Lao’er into the city. Guess how much we got for dividends last month?"

Going into the city meant going to Hai City Food Street, but what was this dividend all about?

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Shen Dong really didn’t know.

He just watched as Zhu Dunzi held up both hands with an exaggerated expression and said, "Six thousand five!"

"Per household?"

"Right, per household!" Zhu Dunzi beamed, gesturing toward the river with a pout, "Including the money from selling vegetables, fruit, and pork, even the least well-off household can make at least eight thousand a month."

"Eight thousand!" Zhu Dunzi repeated in his exaggerated tone, then turned around and pointed at the village women, "The boys from outside the village who want to marry our village’s girls, do you know how much these old ladies demand? A dowry of two hundred thousand, not a penny less, or no marriage! Girls from other villages, they have no shame coming to our village!"

After saying this, Zhu Dunzi couldn’t stop smiling as he pointed to the women behind him and asked, "Ask them, isn’t Shishan Village thriving!"