Li Haiping and Li Hai'an came back.
The two lads simply couldn't sit still; they had just gone up the mountain to collect firewood. The two of them had tidied their home so well, the firewood alone would last them the entire winter without a problem.
As they entered the yard, when Bai Yue saw her sons returning, she hurriedly helped them unload the firewood from their backs.
"You two should carry less, even though you're young, your bodies aren't fully grown yet, you can't be treating them so badly!" Bai Yue felt pained for her sons.
Li Haiping grinned and wiped the sweat off his brow, "Mom, this little bit really isn't much. Don't worry about it; though I'm young, I'm strong." He knew his own mother worried about him.
Li Hai'an also smiled, "Mom, my brother and I can't overexert ourselves. Besides, compared to when we used to carry stones on the mountain, this is nothing. It's not tiring at all."
