Mu Yangling stroked his head and said, "So if you want to help someone, you can only think of a way to raise money yourself."
Sympathizing with his poor parents, Little Bear then began to count how many people he could help with the money he had. However, he could only count up to 50 at this point and couldn't yet count beyond that. So, he naturally could not figure it out now.
Mu Yangling watched as he sat on the chair and counted with his fingers. In fact, he was so engrossed he didn't even react when his father entered. Qi Haoran sat at the table and looked at his son curiously. "What's wrong with him?"
"He's thinking about something. Don't disturb him." Mu Yangling stuffed a steamed bun into Qi Haoran's mouth and said, "After you're done eating, bring your son to take a look at how the peasant households celebrate the New Year. Don't inform them in advance."
