Jhiang Yuan's money was packed neatly into leather suitcases.
"Is this my safe?"
Song Yi pointed to a suitcase in the corner of the wall and asked aloud.
"Yes, when the avalanche happened, I saw there was money inside, so I took it.
You said before that you did it on purpose."
Upon hearing this, the man guiltily touched his nose.
Indeed, the money had been left for her on purpose.
"Well, let's not talk about that. If it's ten thousand yuan an hour,
we could stay here for a few years without a problem; it just depends on how long those bugs will live.
If it's like before, it would probably only take two or three months."
Neither of them spoke, and the family settled down in the space.
Mainly because there was no way to leave.
Abiding by the principle "Since we're here, let's make the best of it," everyone quickly found their place.
During the day, Song Yi followed Jhiang Xingzhi, digging a water channel throughout the entire garden.
