"Sigh!" Seeing the two elders were determined not to back down, Lin Guozhu took a deep breath and pulled a letter from his pocket. "My girlfriend wrote. She said she's coming to visit in June. Just give me two more months. If it doesn't work out, I'll go on the blind dates."
Lin Changyou didn't hesitate. He took the letter, read it over, and nodded. "Alright. We'll trust you one more time. Remember, a man's word is his bond."
"I know," Lin Guozhu replied dejectedly.
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In the blink of an eye, it was March. The eighth of the month was the day of Yang Dingbang and Yang Xiaoman's wedding banquet.
Lin Guoliang and Lin Guodong put their business on hold for two days, returned to Dashiqiao to borrow a tractor, and then went back to Shilian. They transported all the timber and fruit trees they had bought in the mountains to Yucai Road.
