"Dad, what are we waiting for? Isn't my third uncle in the village? The stuff in our field went to their house, and we gave them our house." Finn Lewis couldn't help but feel anxious upon hearing this. The idea of waiting for the autumn harvest to pass displeased him greatly. He didn't want his parents to suffer another year.
You're such a prodigal!" Fay Wells immediately hit Finn on the head, then glared at him. "The output from these dozens of acres of land is worth over a hundred thousand a year. You can't just give it all away because you're making money now. You're supposed to be smart with your money!"
Fishy Wells, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of her mouth. She wanted to say, 'Auntie, you haven't seen the half of his prodigal behavior yet'. But these were thoughts she only dared to keep to herself, not daring to voice them out loud.
