Hu Jiu slumped in a wicker chair, head tilted as if resting with his eyes closed, but his mind kept asking him: If none of those things had happened back then, where would I be now?
He thought for a long time, but still had no answer. The noisy voices of Mu A and Bing Huo beside him interrupted his thoughts.
He opened his eyes helplessly and bent down to rub the head of Da Huang, who was sprawled at his feet. Better not dwell on all those what-ifs. Keeping this whole family fed is what matters.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone was at the door of Yiwu again. Hu Jiu waved a hand. "You brats, open up and greet our guest!"
