With Xia Hai leading the way, the two of them rushed toward the factory. On the way, they saw the occasional bicycle and tricycle passing by.
Xia Wan noticed that Xia Hai's face was also filled with envy.
"Dad, why don't I buy you a tricycle and a bicycle for my brother? That way, it'll be more convenient for you to go out," Xia Wan suddenly said.
Xia Hai, who was enjoying the scenery around him, was stunned. He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, how can I do that? It's not easy for you to earn. It's one thing that I didn't help you, but how can I spend your money like that?"
As he said that, he moved his wrist. "My wrist is almost healed now. I'm going to go out to find work."
Xia Wan did not agree with Xia Hai's decision to go to work. Even though I was working hard, earning 300 yuan a month was considered a lot.
Instead of working hard and earning so little, he might as well help his family sell clothes.
