A life of financial freedom

One morning, as the sun rose, Chu Fang was awakened from his sleep by Zhong Tingyue.

"Mr. Chu, it's time to get up."

"I don't have school or work, so I'm not getting up!" Chu Fang said with his eyes closed.

"Have you forgotten? We have something to do today."

He sighed.

Today, the kindergarten was holding a parent-child activity. Zhong Tingyue had to work and couldn't go, so he had to go instead.

He opened his eyes, sat up straight, and the blanket slipped off his body, revealing his nakedness.

Zhong Tingyue looked at her husband's bare body. Although he was nearly thirty and had two children, thanks to Chu Fang's vegetable and crop farming, he maintained a very good figure, almost completely without any signs of middle age.

Young girls often flirted with him.

Zhong Tingyue smiled brightly: "Mr. Chu always has a hard-on every morning."

"What are you saying?" Chu Fang rolled his eyes. "I call that being proactive."

"Unfortunately... it's ultimately a 'useless棒'."

Chu Fang tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

"No meaning."

"What does 'no meaning' mean?"

"You know what I mean."

Chu Fang couldn't tolerate Zhong Tingyue's insult, especially in the morning.

He pulled up the curtains, wanting to teach her a lesson.

When he woke up again, it was already eight thirty.

Chu Fang and his wife left the bedroom and came downstairs, where their two children were eating breakfast.

"Dad, hurry up and eat, we're going to be late." Seeing them, Chu Jin shouted.

Chu Jin was very enthusiastic about participating in such activities. She almost couldn't sleep last night and woke up early this morning, wearing her favorite clothes.

"Your kindergarten activity is at nine thirty, no rush," Chu Fang said slowly while eating.

"Chu Zhiye, hurry up too."

Chu Zhiye had the same attitude, chewing slowly.

Chu Jin watched the father and son taking their time, and she became anxious and paced back and forth.

She was extremely worried.

After breakfast, Zhong Tingyue grabbed her bag and went to work. Chu Fang quickly washed up and then drove the two children to the activity.

The roads in Shanghai were congested, and they got stuck as soon as they left the house.

Chu Jin looked at the long line of cars outside and muttered, "I told you to leave earlier, but you didn't listen. Now look, we're going to be late."

Chu Fang: "It's not my fault."

"Then whose fault is it?"

"Your fault."

Chu Jin pointed at herself in disbelief: "Me?"

Chu Fang said, "Last night, we were playing games, why didn't you let me win? You made me angry all night, and I only fell asleep early in the morning, so I woke up late."

Chu Jin, like Chu Fang, was a heavy gamer, addicted to games and unable to extricate herself.

This father and daughter often duo-queued and lost points.

"Dad, you're just making excuses."

Chu Zhiye watched the two bickering and sighed helplessly.

He had such childish people in his family.

He would have to live with it for the rest of his life.

Chu Fang drove towards the suburbs of Shanghai.

The kindergarten's parent-child activity was an outdoor activity, arranged in the suburbs of Shanghai, hoping that these children living in the city could experience rural life and get close to nature.

Leaving the city center, the traffic conditions improved a lot, but they were still late when they arrived at their destination.

Chu Fang casually found a parking spot in front of the hotel. As soon as he parked, a security guard came over: "Sir, this is a private area, you can't park here."

He took out a red bill, but the man shook his head: "Sorry."

"Two bills."

"Parking here violates the rules."

"Five bills."

"I'm a security guard, protecting the hotel's safety, I have my own principles."

Chu Fang didn't bother to continue arguing, took out ten bills, and the security guard stood up straight: "Our principle is to serve you."

Watching Chu Fang and his two children leave, the security guard rubbed the bills in his hand, satisfied: "Principles? This is principles!"

Chu Fang hurried with his two children to the agreed location, and many children and parents had already arrived.

This was farmland rented by the kindergarten, very spacious, planted with sweet potatoes. Many parents led their children to dig sweet potatoes.

These children were usually afraid of melting in their mouths and afraid of falling in their hands. Suddenly, they came into contact with farm work and felt it was very interesting, working enthusiastically.

The farmland was filled with laughter.

"Dad, we're late," Chu Jin pouted.

"Chu Jin's dad, you're late. According to the rules, you will be punished. We'll be roasting sweet potatoes later, you go collect firewood," the kindergarten teacher said.

Chu Fang nodded: "No problem."

It was his fault for being late, so he naturally agreed.

Then he went to collect firewood. The firewood was scattered around, it was the kind of very dry, easy-to-burn wood, obviously, these were arranged by the teacher.

Chu Fang thought he was the last one to arrive, but looking up, he saw Shao Xiang and his father Shao Bowen coming.

Seeing that all the kindergarten children had arrived, Shao Xiang muttered: "We're late."

"So what if we're late," Shao Bowen didn't care.

Shao Xiang, Chu Jin, and Chu Zhiye dug sweet potatoes together. The teacher arranged the same work for Shao Bowen as for Chu Fang, collecting firewood.

They were the firewood collecting duo, they looked at each other and nodded politely.

Chu Fang knew Shao Xiang's father's identity from Chu Zhiye. He was fifty years old, rich, had three ex-wives, married Shao Xiang's mother, and had Shao Xiang, a total of eight children.

"Wuhu~~~"

Suddenly, Chu Fang heard Chu Jin's cheers.

Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Chu Jin's clothes, arms, and fair face covered in mud, holding a huge sweet potato in her hand. The sweet potato was very large, thicker than her arm.

Chu Jin raised her chin, with a triumphant look.

The other children couldn't help but cast envious glances.

"Chu Jin, you're amazing," Shao Xiang admired.

Chu Zhiye said lightly: "Big sweet potatoes don't taste good."

"Chu! Zhi! Ye!" Chu Jin said word by word, "You're just jealous!"

"Small sweet potatoes have moderate moisture, finer and shorter fibers, and a more delicate texture..." Chu Zhiye slowly explained.

Chu Fang had grown sweet potatoes, and Chu Zhiye had learned about the sweet potato's habits and characteristics.

He spoke slowly, and seeing Chu Jin biting her lip, he shrugged: "Big sweet potatoes are better, okay?"

"Yay!" Chu Zhiye cheered immediately.

Chu Zhiye didn't bother to argue with Chu Jin.