These past few years, Ma Jinbao's life had been tough.
His family's Fruit Orchard was destroyed in a fire, returning their lives to the pre-liberation era overnight.
Although he later spent money to buy new fruit trees to plant,
firstly, there were too many people in Jinshan Village leasing orchards now, and the fruit hardly fetched a good price.
Secondly, due to the careless maintenance, the newly grown fruits were not as crisp and sweet as before, and their quality did not improve.
Previously, it was Yue Xiaofang who took charge; at home, neither Li Zhaodi nor Ma Cuicui could endure hardships.
The widow Pan Xiumei he married later, proud of having borne a son, would not even dip her fingers in water touched by the spring sun, let alone tend to the Fruit Orchard.
All the burdens were thrown onto Ma Jinbao's shoulders alone.
