Now that the head of the family had spoken, Zhang Guihua finally agreed, albeit reluctantly, as at least eating in the dormitory was much cheaper than eating in the cafeteria.
Moreover, her eldest son had promised to honor her with five dollars every month, not an entirely fruitless gain, so Zhang Guihua could only comfort herself with this.
Upon returning to the main house, she immediately, with delight, opened the wardrobe, took out the cloth wrapping her money, and unfolded it layer by layer, counting it again along with the five dollars.
Jiang Dashan, hunched over, sat on the kang, puffing on his old tobacco pipe.
The swirling smoke veiled his aged cheeks.
After a long while, Jiang Dashan sighed deeply, "Ah~ the sons have grown up, they all have their own little schemes and ideas now, and I don't know how much longer this family can stay together like this."
