Zhang Wei Qiang's expression turned resolute. "I want to give it a try. Dad, after the autumn harvest, we can ask the clan if anyone is willing to farm our fields for a year. We'll just collect a token amount of grain. As for the kids' education, the school in town is definitely better than the one in the village. I'll find a way to get them into Nuannuan's school next semester. We can set up our bun shop near the school, and that way, the children can walk there and back on their own. They could even come home for lunch."
Zhang Dazhuang said, "But..."
"Let's give it our all for one year and see how it goes," Zhang Wei Qiang stressed. "If you're not happy with the profits by this time next year, the fields will still be ours. We can always take them back and farm them ourselves."
"Alright, fine—"
