Old Zhang knew his wife was right, so he lowered his head and continued smoking his pipe.
What could he do? He was trapped in this poor, remote mountain village. He could only take it one step at a time.
Seeing how much his parents worried about him, Zhang Damao couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
He's in his thirties and hasn't been able to help his family much. He rarely comes back, but he's caused his family a lot of worry.
"Dad, Mom, don't worry. This time when I go back, I will definitely earn more money and bring you to live in the city soon. We won't have to put up with that filth here anymore."
Thinking of Xiao Weiguo's promise, Zhang Damao felt more confident.
If he really becomes famous and becomes a director, supporting two elderly people in the city won't be difficult.
“Sigh, your father and I are old and frail. Why would we go to the city and burden you? If you can live a good life, find a wife in the city and bring her back for us to see, and for the villagers to see. Maybe then he will give up.”
Old Zhang echoed this sentiment.
"If you have nothing else to do, go back to the city as soon as possible. Don't let people worry about you while you're at home."
Zhang Damao knew that his parents were doing it all for his own good, preferring to stay in this desolate mountain valley and suffer hardship rather than go to the city and become a burden to him.
What can he say? Nothing's even started yet, so talking won't do any good.
We can only wait until we've earned more money and then discuss it with the two elderly people.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Damao decided to go to Shang County as soon as possible to find Xiao Weiguo and realize his wish.
When he went out to the side of the mountain road, he found the bundle of thatch he had carried back and carried it back to the yard.
Even if we have to leave, we still need to repair the thatched hut at home. Our parents are getting old, and we can't let them do the work of climbing up and down.
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