The toppled chairs, cabinets, and tables—Chen Hai set each one upright once again.
Seeing her son bustling about, Jiang Meixian wiped away her tears and hurried over to help.
Nearly an hour of busy work passed before their home started to brighten up, barely resembling its former self.
"Mom, the money I gave you, there wasn't any problem with it, right?"
Quite worn out, Chen Hai sat on a chair, gasping deeply several times. Once his breath had leveled out, he began to inquire.
"Rest assured, Hai, I hid your money very well."
"When it comes to kitchen knives, those robbers might have taken our stuff, but if they dared to steal the money, I would have definitely fought them with my life!"
Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Jiang Meixian replied.
"It doesn't matter if things are gone, as long as people are alright!"
"Haven't you and Dad always said there's no future in the countryside, that farming leads to nothing but a dead end?"
