Selling the land, Mr. Mu has completely severed his roots in the village.
Unlike the other members of the Old Mu Family who were dazzled by the sight of silver, Mr. Mu felt a sense of loss, an extraordinary sense of loss.
The things he had struggled for most of his life had now turned into those visible silver taels.
The fields were gone, the land was gone!
In the future, if he ever returns, perhaps all that will be left is this broken house.
In a few years, the house will also become dilapidated. Maybe in this lifetime, he really has no fate with this village where he has lived most of his life!
Mr. Mu, alone, walked out of the Old Mu Family house, looking at the village and its various familiar scenes.
Whether it was the houses in the village or the flowers and grass, they had all become the most precious things in his eyes because these were the things he was about to part with, things that might never be seen again.
Suddenly, Mr. Mu felt that this village was so good.
