"The bamboo basket has a problem?"
Looking at each other, both Li Hanchu and Zhang Xiu were momentarily stunned.
At that moment, Li Hanchu suddenly remembered, when he first met that woman in the floral dress, she had clutched his bamboo basket and walked to the other side of the water trough.
After returning from the market that day, the basket had been cast aside into a side room and neglected ever since.
Had it not been for Chen Hai mentioning it just now, he would not have recalled the matter of the bamboo basket.
"Burn it, the basket must be burned!"
Supporting his body, Li Hanchu staggered to his feet, took a few steps to the bamboo basket, and with several forceful stomps, crushed it beneath his feet.
The bamboo basket had cost him fifty yuan when purchased.
Having used it for less than a year, he was now forced to burn it. Although he felt the pinch, at that moment, he could hardly attend to such concerns.
