"This child really hasn't had it easy, being so silly and dazed since childhood. Now that he has finally managed to build up a bit of a family business, this flood, those greenhouses over there, might as well be written off!" On the stockade wall, an old man, stroking his beard, was feeling sentimental as he looked at the greenhouses across the big river to the west.
"Not easy?" A young man beside him objected upon hearing this. "What's the big deal about that little stuff? Do you guys know what kind of truck Boss Yan drives? I'm not bragging to you, but even a scratch on that truck would cost a tractor to fix."
"What do you know, kid? 'A house may be worth its weight in gold.' Get it?" An experienced elder immediately started to lecture. "Not to mention these are things that can earn money, but even those old tables and chairs at your home that you don't need, would you bear to chop them up for firewood?"
