Mealtime was already busy, and with everyone knowing Zhang Tao planned to start a farmhouse inn, who knew when they'd next enjoy such affordable and delicious food.
Everyone came by to eat, and the business was booming. But to Zhang Yu, it seemed people weren't just here to dine; they were curious about how much compensation their family had received.
Zhang Yu was truly impressed with them. They had asked before but were never told, yet they hadn't given up on finding out.
After seeing off yet another reluctant family, Zhang Yu sighed deeply, "Seriously, ordinarily we have no contact with them, but once they heard about our resettlement and newfound money, they come with all their sob stories."
"What, do they think by whining about their hardships a little, we'll lend them money?"
Though they didn't usually interact much, Zhang Yu knew well enough about their deadbeat ways. "Do they not realize that no one who's lent them money has ever gotten a dime back?"
