Even though Lin Zhenghui got 30,000 yuan as compensation for his losses, he still felt dispirited and could hardly muster the energy to work.
After all, he and his sister-in-law had carefully tended to these crops with a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, only for them to be destroyed by someone.
"Where's Lin Zhuangguo?"
Lin Zhenghui had picked up many eggs from the chicken farm and caught a chicken to give to the villagers who had helped him, to express his thanks, including his good buddies.
But Lin Zhuangguo wasn't home, and all he saw was his wife eating breakfast at home, a delicious bowl of meat porridge, chicken, sweet potatoes, and fried dough sticks.
"He's gone to the construction site."
Guan Xiaohui, watching him carry a local chicken and put it in the coop in the courtyard, said, "You should take it back, if I accept it, he'll nag me when he comes back."
"Really? My brother dares to nag at you?"
