Having just entered this sect, Zhou Ang had countless questions in his mind, but he knew there was no need to rush. In fact, as the conversation deepened and Uncle Zheng explained more, many of the questions he had wanted to ask already had answers.
Considering that he was now a disciple of the "mountain gate" and could come to listen to teachings every day, after resolving some of his doubts, and seeing that it was getting late, although he thought it would be nice to stay and have lunch, he couldn't help but think about the bushel of rice he had left on his desk.
It was the only remaining vestige of his recent work and income.
It was something that could make his whole family happy.
His mother and sister probably hadn't eaten rice for several months, and he made sure they a
