Chapter 394 Good Things to Hope For

This was not the Huaxi Village of the past.

The population had increased, and so had the number of wealthy people.

At the eastern edge of the village lived a widow by the name of Zhou, whose right hand had been crippled in her earlier years, rendering her incapable of farm work. Her son, a young peddler, roamed the streets from house to house. Braving the wind and the rain, he couldn't offer much help to his mother.

But now, Widow Zhou had cleared out one of the rooms in her house, installed a window, and lined it with a few shelves to sell the sundry items her son brought back. The business was booming; she no longer needed to work the land to make ends meet.