"Thank you for your generosity." Compared to others, Fong Lao Shi valued this job more. The only son in his family had died, and his daughter-in-law had run off with someone else. The grandson left behind was only four years old, and the granddaughter, seven years old. The difficulties they faced at home were imaginable.
Luckily, the Lin Family reached out to them in time. To repay this kindness, they promised to dedicate themselves to their work.
The old man watched the village folks gathered and discussing without any signs of impatience, constantly beaming with smiles.
"Is Ziyin really going to buy mountain fruits?" Lou Zheng asked in astonishment.
"Indeed, she is." The old man nodded firmly.
"Then I should also head to the mountain this morning," Lou Zheng said with gritted teeth and a snicker.
Harvesting mountain fruits was a quick way to earn money. They would pick from easily accessible trees without reaching for the taller ones.