A journey of several dozen miles couldn't be covered in an instant.
"Brother Jia Ming, do you think there's anything else around here we can do to make money?"
Zhou Gu'er suddenly asked Sun Jiaming. Her memory of the village was a bit fuzzy, but Sun Jiaming had always lived here and seemed to be doing well for himself, so she wanted to learn more.
"Make money?"
Sun Jiaming frowned slightly.
"You know what life is like in our village. Other than that one guy who works at the hardware store in the city, everyone else is the same. We all get by on farming. There's nothing else to make money from, really."
Sun Jiaming thought this was something everyone knew. He didn't understand why Zhou Gu'er was asking him about it.
"Is it the same for you, Brother Jia Ming?"
Zhou Gu'er was still puzzled. 'If everyone is the same, why does Sun Jiaming have money to buy things while other families are having such a hard time?'
Sun Jiaming fell silent.
