Perhaps it was her anxious expression that moved Uncle Xia.
Uncle Xia pondered for a moment.
"Actually, what you said is right, running goods is indeed dangerous... and also, it takes away time from home... Well, on this occasion, I will clear the goods I have in hand, and stop running. Like you, I will find a store in the county to sell Southern goods. It will be more convenient to take care of the family, and you can watch over me."
Without wasting words, Uncle Xia agreed to stop the transport business to take care of her.
"Uncle..." she choked up again.
"My child, why do you seem to cry so easily now?" Uncle Xia laughed heartily.
"I'm not," she said, breaking into a smile.
No matter how big a soul is inside one, once in front of a beloved elder, one turns back into that little girl.