The child sitting on the ground beside him smiled shyly, then glanced at the other child about his age. Why didn't he have a mother...?
"Uncle, would you like to buy some wood carvings? My dad's craftsmanship is very good," the child said timidly, though his words carried great warmth. "They'll bring good fortune upon you..."
They were none other than Chen Xun and Qian Wuhen, who had come from afar. They had casually found a city and set up a stall to make a living, taking the sky as their quilt and the earth as their bed.
"Oh?" The middle-aged man smiled and turned his gaze toward Qian Wuhen. "I didn't expect a little child like you to be such a smooth talker. Then we'll buy a few."
The implication in his words was clear: this stall owner was not even as good at doing business as his own child.
The middle-aged man shook his head as he glanced at Chen Xun, then turned aside and said, "Yan'er, pick whatever you like. Take whatever catches your fancy."
"Wow, thank you, Father!!" The child jumped with joy. He loved how generous his father was. Everyone was so envious of him.
Qian Wuhen lowered his head and pursed his lips, edging closer to his old dad. So there were so many wealthy households outside the mountains. They could buy anything they liked without having to earn it themselves.
Yet he felt no envy at all. Instead, this was what he thought in his heart:
One day, he would buy things for his old dad like this too. He would let him buy whatever he wanted, without needing to farm the fields or sit on the ground and earn Spirit Stones with his craftsmanship.
As for why little Wuhen held such values,