Ancient Wen Heng rubbed his nose, feeling a little disappointed. He'd been hoping to cheer her up.
"But who do you think will go back, and who will stay?" Jin Qianqian asked Ancient Wen Heng, though she already had her own suspicions.
"I'd guess that besides the old man, no one wants to go back." The village in Ancient Wen Heng's memory was not a good place. It was in the mountains, but with no river nearby, so the harvests were limited. "And this is such a rare opportunity. The whole reason everyone left was to find a better way to make a living."
Jin Qianqian said, "It looks like your mother wants to go back too. What should we do about that?"
Ancient Wen Heng felt a headache coming on. "I'll go and try to convince her later." As long as he could win his mother over, Gu Dashishi wouldn't be an issue.
Jin Qianqian took out the silver notes she had received for the mirror. Other than buying a few sets of clothes and some rice bran, the money had been left untouched.
