After her shower, Shen Youwei stood at the doorway of the old house, her fluffy hair damp from being rubbed with a towel. Seeing Lin Moyang working away with such vigor, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of comfort and happiness.
One shouldn't judge a man by his poverty, but by his diligence—this was something her father had often told her while he was still alive. If a man possessed a pair of hardworking hands, he could create a happy life. With this thought, a joyful smile bloomed on Shen Youwei’s face as she turned to head inside and prepare dinner.
Before long, night had fallen. The village was silent, save for the occasional sound of children playing or a dog barking in the distance. Lin Moyang leaned on his hoe, glanced at the ditch he had cleared, and let out a long breath. He had finished one-third of the work; finishing by tomorrow evening would certainly be no problem. Furthermore, near the area by Lin Zhensheng's House, he planned to widen the ditch a bit more. That way, more water would rush through with greater force.
Chapter 51