In the next two days, Father Lin busied about as if he were on an adrenaline rush.
He started the construction of a cart with his two sons, Lin Yicheng and Lin Ercheng.
The three little children at home squatted next to them all day, watching intently.
Nanzhi, on the other hand, was sewing backpacks with her two sisters-in-law.
There were ten people in the household, big and small, and they needed to sew ten backpacks.
The idea had come from Nanzhi. Even though most of the stuff would be loaded on the mule cart, everyone should carry a small bag of essential things on their person.
Thinking of the dream where she was all alone, Nanzhi felt a sense of fear.
What could cause her to be separated from her family?
Despite the turmoil in her mind, her hands didn't slow in their task; and even though the sewing wasn't very neat, it was sturdy enough.
"Fat Ya, do you think we're making a mountain out of a molehill?"