After setting the cart aside, Su Fengmao heaved a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "I'm not that tired."
There were many things in the cart, but he did not need to push it hard because he had control. Otherwise, it would flip over.
Su Fengmao did not feel tired because he knew how many soybeans they had and thought of how much tofu the family could make.
Su Wenwu and the others had also taken turns pushing the cart as they came down from the mountain, but Su Fengmao did not want his wife and daughter to strain themselves, so he and Su Wenwu took turns instead.
They used a simple cart then, which was a little more challenging to push. Su Binglan's heart ached as she watched her father bend his waist and push the cart.
Although her father usually said he was not tired, she was the one who felt tired just by looking at him.
"Father and Mother, let's rest before we do more work. Don't tire yourselves out too much."
