Next, Wen Ran truly experienced the power of collective effort.
In two hours, the firewood shed was built, and the Zhang Family even got all the firewood ready for winter.
The neatly chopped wood was stacked high in the shed, even spilling over to Hetao's nest.
Hetao: "?"
He got angry, trotting out with his short little legs, baring his teeth and shouting at everyone, "Awoo~ Awoo~"
Hardly any menace, but quite good at being cute.
Wen Ran felt embarrassed, "Auntie, you're really going out of your way for us."
"What trouble are you talking about?" Aunt Zhang said earnestly, "We've hardly done anything. You're a lifesaver for our family!"
"Right," the scholarly looking man chimed in again, his face serious, "Wen Zhiqing, you probably don't even realize what you've done."
Wen Ran: "?"
What is he talking about?
He pushed up the glasses on his prominent nose, "Those eight people are fugitive criminals, robbing and raiding all the way from the Northwest.
