On the first day of the New Year, the entire village of Liu Family Village gathered funds to build a large water mill, which was inaugurated and officially put into use.
The riverside beneath Qin Yao's house grew quiet. The usually bustling mill suddenly fell silent.
Second Lang carried back the money box and counted the copper coins inside, a total of eleven copper coins.
"From now on, no one will visit our water mill."
Second Lang regretfully patted the well-worn money box on the table, storing away this final income from the water mill.
Liu Ji also sighed, "Even mosquito legs are meat; accumulating small amounts adds up. Each month, it used to bring in about one hundred and seventy or eighty coins."
Da Lang listened to the sound of the large waterwheel turning from the village entrance and the villagers' cheers of surprise at the large millstone, and remarked cheerfully:
