Seeing his little girl's face full of disbelief, the old man remembered what Fuqiang had told him before: keep a low profile when making money and don't tell outsiders about it.

He didn't tell anyone. He ran into the old man several times who played cards outside every day, boasted about his filial children, and gave him 1,000 yuan a month for living expenses. He wanted to tell someone, but couldn't.

I was so itchy in my heart! But Fuchun was no longer a stranger, he was one of our own.

Xu Dongru then said: "Qingzhi is now growing vegetables at home. You know, those vegetables are sold to big cities. City people also like to eat mushrooms, so I went up the mountain to pick a lot of pine mushrooms and made some money."

Xu Fuchun was very happy. "That's a good thing. It's not easy to make money here at home. Fuqiang came to deliver vegetables several times before. He said they were grown by Qingzhi. I think the taste is really different. Fuqiang hasn't come over these days."

"Fuqiang has been in charge of the mountain recently, so he has a lot of things to do." Xu Dongru thought for a while, "How about I tell Fuqiang to let Ergouwa go to help?"

"Dad, please don't. This relative is helping me, and Fuqiang can't give too little. Outsiders will say he doesn't like it. If he gives too much, I'll feel embarrassed to take it." Xu Fuchun refused directly. She knew what was going on. "We also planted some rice at home and have some harvest. It's okay that the vegetables were killed by his poison. After pulling them out, we can plant something else to eat. In a few months, we can pick the gardenia and tea seeds in the mountains. We can sell them for money, and we can still make a living at home."

"Okay, as long as you have a plan for the day." Xu Dongru stood up, found a cup, unscrewed the bayberry wine he was carrying, and poured a glass. "Qing knows that you like to drink fruit wine, so I made some bayberry wine for you."

"I know she has good intentions." Xu Fuchun picked up the cup with his slightly trembling left hand, and the cup began to shake as well. He slowly moved the cup to his mouth and took a sip.

As the fruit wine goes down your throat, a refreshing aroma of fermented bayberry and a feeling of comfort flow into your abdomen.

She stayed in the room all day and could only watch short videos to relieve her boredom. If the weather was good, she would just sit at the door of the backyard at most. Her head was confused and her body felt heavy.

After taking a sip of the fruit wine, she actually felt her mind was much clearer.

Just like when she ate the vegetables sent by Fuqiang before, she usually had a poor appetite and liked to drink some porridge with some pickles, but she could always eat more of the vegetables sent by Fuqiang and even a whole bowl of rice.

Xu Dongru sat for a while and then left.

It was an old house with only one floor. In the dark room were two wooden beds, a table in the middle of the beds, and the rest of the space was filled with clothes, milk brought by visitors, and various other items.

The house was very quiet. She opened her phone with trembling hands and clicked on a short video. The sound of the short video played, making the whole room seem less lonely.

When she saw a short video about the heavy smog in Kyoto, she swiped to WeChat and sent a voice message to her child.

"Pingzi, I just saw a short video saying that the smog is heavy over there, and experts suggest staying at home less. You guys should take care of your health even if you're out there making money. Mom's fine at home, so you don't have to worry."

In Kyoto, a girl who was working as a shopping guide in a supermarket was just scolded by a customer. The supervisor asked her to take a rest so that the customer would not see her and get angry, which would escalate the situation.

She returned to the dressing room and heard her phone vibrate. She turned it on, opened the chat box, and heard a voice message from her mother.

She frowned, already feeling a little irritated because of the setbacks at work, and replied with an impatient voice message: "Mom, many of those short videos are just hearsay. Smog won't kill anyone. I'm very busy at work, so please stop sending me irrelevant messages."

In the dark room, Xu Fuchun was very happy when he saw his daughter replied to the voice message so quickly. His lips curled up.

Usually the children are very busy working and making money, so sometimes she would send several messages during the day, but the children would only reply to her when they were free at night.

Xu Fuchun tapped the screen lightly with trembling hands to play the voice.

The girl's impatient voice rang out in the silent room.

"Mom, a lot of those short videos are just hearsay. Smog won't kill anyone. I'm very busy at work. Please stop sending me irrelevant messages."

Xu Fuchun subconsciously wanted to press the message box and reply to the voice message, but his hand kept shaking in mid-air and his eyes drooped a little.

She thought to herself: Yes, the children are busy, and she is just a useless patient. It is better not to cause trouble for the children.