In the simple, even rudimentary main house, Uncle Wang handed a cup of clear tea to Yang Fan.
"Fanzi, you are not watching the shop and doing business comfortably, so why suffer in the mountains on such a hot day?" Uncle Wang pulled up a small stool across from Yang Fan and said with a chuckle.
Yang Fan looked at the swirling green leaves in his cup and smiled, "The business hasn't been great these past few days, and I am not someone who can sit still, so I just came out to wander a bit."
Uncle Wang chuckled, "I can see that in you, boy. You're like our generation, completely unaware of what it means to enjoy life. But it's not me lecturing you. Making money is important, but you must also take care of your health."
"I want to earn more while I am young so I can have an easier life later," Yang Fan said. "Those of us in this business aren't like the others with iron rice bowls. When they get old, the state takes care of them, but we don't have that."
