"What if…" That man was still worried.
"There's no if."
"People like her are terrified of death."
Wang Dashi gave that person a glance. "Don't worry. If something really happens, I'll bear the responsibility," he said.
Only then did everyone feel relieved, and no one looked back anymore.
That night, at the Liu family's place in Brook Falls Village.
Uncle Liu and Aunt Liu called their two sons over for a chat.
"It's getting drier and drier these days. It's not just our village. I can see that you're bringing back fewer and fewer goods."
"Your mother and I are thinking that if things really don't work out, the two of you should stop going out to collect goods for the time being. We can talk about it again after the drought." Uncle Liu looked at his two sons as he smoked a long-stemmed tobacco pipe
It had been hard on the two of them recently. The two of them had turned as black as charcoal from working long hours in the sun.
