Gu Dayou looked at the cloth bag in his hand, his eyes moist. How could this child be so sincere, refusing to take any money?
He really had shared half of the profits; after all, it was Xiaoli's method.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoli didn't want his silver. He just felt uneasy accepting it all.
Ever since he started selling the special mix, their family's living conditions had improved. Most importantly, with money for medicine, his mother's chronic ailment had significantly improved. She could even get out of bed and walk slowly on her own.
Laughter had returned to their once gloomy home.
His mother had even said that with the money earned this year, they would send Xiaoshuan to school next year.
Mother used to say, "All pursuits are inferior; only scholarship stands supreme."
It wasn't about achieving great fame, but being literate meant one could help with accounts and avoid being cheated.
