"But the price we agreed on, how can they do this?" Aunt Mei frowned, glancing frequently at the pile of river sand downstairs.
Lü Yang watched Aunt Mei's thin back and sighed inwardly. The poor woman, widowed, lived only in memories of her past. Lü Yang had known her for a long time and understood her well; he knew she was kind-hearted, frugal, and lived a pitiful life alone. Naturally, he sometimes helped her without expecting payment, but not everyone would.
It was nearly 5:30, and the sand carriers were still nowhere to be seen. Lü Yang was already past his shift's end time, but seeing the pitiful look in Aunt Mei's eyes, he had no choice but to stay. A woman without a man is like someone who has lost their backbone; even facing the sand carriers alone makes her afraid. Although Lü Y
