Wang Mu pulled out a handkerchief from the cabinet and counted out twenty yuan.
"You two take it. It's wise to splurge when traveling, even if you come from a poor family. It's not as good out there as you might think.
But if you want to go, then go.
But remember, this is your root."
Yang Jiulang didn't want to take the money, but he only had five yuan on him. What could he do if he left?
"Mom, when we earn money in the future, we'll definitely pay you back."
Wang Mu didn't refuse. She felt sorry for her daughter, and she genuinely liked Yang Jiulang, a capable and honest young man.
"Go now. Be careful on the road, and keep the money safe.
Jiulang, you've worked for six months, remember to settle your account at the brigade office."
"Yeah, I know. We'll go to the county tomorrow to handle the paperwork."
