A stone stood in the southwest of the flat ground. Nothing was written on it, and nobody knew who had set it there.
Qin Shuli walked over. There was nothing behind the stone, though the ground looked as if it had been dug up and refilled.
He stood by the stone in silence for a long time. In his memories, Qin Dazhu had been like a towering tree, sheltering the family from wind and rain. Back when Qin Shuli was only a little over two years old, the family had fled to Beiping. To find a foothold, Qin Dazhu worked day and night, never letting a single opportunity to earn money slip by. Through sheer grit, he managed to save enough over the next few years to buy a small courtyard.
Chapter 24