If those two boys of Liu Er's were decent or had a bit of capability, Wang Li would have been willing to lend them a hand when the opportunity arose.
But living in the same area, everyone knew everybody else's family business.
There was nothing inherently wrong with the two boys, but they had been pampered too much by Uncle Liu's wife and were entirely incapable of enduring hardship.
Gradually, more people came to board the ox cart, and Liu Er stopped pestering Wang Li with questions.
Instead, the empty fish baskets and the joyful expressions on everyone's faces filled the small ox cart with a cheerful atmosphere.
"This fresh seafood is much more highly sought after than those dried goods." An auntie wearing a headscarf contentedly clutched the copper coins in her bosom. With another half a year of hard work, she could afford to get her son a wife.
