Listening to his father's proud and smug promises, Du Fan, who was standing at the door, froze. He lowered his head, and when his gaze fell upon his worn-out canvas shoes, he hesitated.
A mocking smile suddenly tugged at his lips.
Heh, Jiang Yan was right after all. Most of his money really was squandered by his father on keeping up appearances.
He received a stipend from his graduate studies, which, although not much, was enough to cover living expenses, so the money he earned from part-time jobs was almost entirely sent back home. He thought about his mother's poor health, unable to do farm work, and his younger brother who still needed to attend school; he wanted to send them more money so at least they wouldn't have to worry about medical bills and tuition fees.
He had no objection to his father not going out to find work, but why let the land lie fallow? You are a farmer, strong and healthy, so why not tend to the fields?
