The old lady also spoke with a worldly tone: "Yes, old man, you've always been in the village, never gone out, you don't know how things have changed outside. Just when Mianmian was taking the entrance exam, I went to the city, and on the streets, it was full of people doing small business, each one more blatant than the last, and nobody cared."
"Dad, don't worry, what I'm doing now is legitimate business, it's not illegal, and I'm not afraid if people know." Jiang Changhai confidently reassured.
"That's good, then I'm relieved." Seeing they all said so, Jiang Dashan ceased to worry.
Although Zhang Guihua felt a bit distressed about the money, she knew this was a great thing. If they built the bridge and road, it would benefit not only their village but also several neighboring villages.
Moreover, even if money is important, it's not as important as life. She didn't want to hear such bad news again today, after all, it was a living life.
