"Uncle, you're back in the village too? Is your load heavy? Let me carry it for you!" Ji Desheng, looking at the carrying basket Chiang Songhai had on his back, immediately reached out to take it.
Chiang Songhai promptly declined.
"No need, no need, Desheng, what are you up to?"
What a joke, Ji Desheng might look sixteen or seventeen, but he wasn't particularly strong-looking.
Chiang Songhai felt that for a boy to be raised this way was somewhat on the weaker side.
His carrying basket was indeed quite heavy, probably even heavier than what Little could handle.
Ji Desheng wasn't the type cut out for hard labor. Once Chiang Songhai declined his offer, he did not insist. However, when he heard his uncle asking about his plans, Ji Desheng felt a bit embarrassed to reveal them.
Seeing his evasive behavior, Chiang Songhai liked it even less.
"Desheng, if you've got something to do, go on with it. Little and I are going to visit her Uncle Canyuan's house. We won't hold you up."
