Rebirth: Back To 1990s

"Uncle Andy, where are you going?" Celia asked, slowing her pace.

"Celia, I heard that you and your mother had moved out of your house. When I heard about it, I figured you didn't have enough food, so I am here with some. By the way, are you all right?" Andy Wang simpered and asked with a flattering smile.

"I am fine. Nothing is wrong with me."

"It's getting dark already. Where are you going with an ax?" Andy Wang glanced at the ax in Celia's hand and asked curiously.

"I will be going up the hill to cut two bamboos. Uncle Andy, there's something I want to talk with you about. But I am not sure if it is right to talk about it." Celia hesitated, as she looked into Andy's eyes.

"Hey, when did you become so polite? Come clean and tell me what is bothering you." Andy wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Okay, don't misunderstand me. It is just that some filthy people are questioning my mother's honor. They have been doubting her with..."

Celia found it hard to finish her sentence. However, glancing at Andy, she was clear he got her meaning. Of course, she also knew that there was nothing going on between her mother and him. But people liked to dishonor other people. As a daughter, Celia didn't like it when people questioned her mother. Hence she hoped that Andy would keep his distance.

At the same time, Celia knew that Andy genuinely cared about them. She didn't want him to think she was accusing him of anything.

After all, he was a good man!

your mother had to hear things because of me. I'll leave

walked straight to

Andy leave, Celia shook her head. Mixed emotions coursed through her body. But she told herself to

reached the bamboo forest, cut two bamboos and dragged them back. She was so tired that she began to sweat profusely. After returning to the woodshed, she sat

look tired. Are you all right?" Wendy

up at her mother who seemed to be in utter confusion. Celia drank some water and smilingly said, "These bamboos are the tools we will be using

What do you have in mind?" Wendy asked in confusion, looking at her

Village, there were many workers and almost everyone was able to make some bamboo products. The market was running out of space. It was unrealistic to

bamboos? You make it and I sell it. I promise

be so unreasonable. You know how many craftsmen are available in our village. We don't stand a chance." Wendy smiled bitterly. She didn't think it was good

didn't think so. She continued, "Most people make baskets, coffins, dustpans and so on. These are very common items. After all, the market is quite big. We have to find a new path." For a while, Celia was lost in thoughts. And then, she went on, "I am trying to think outside the box. Hmmm… I guess nobody thought of making fruit dishes, brush pots or something of that sort with bamboos. We could give it a try." Realizing her mother wasn't convinced yet, she added, "Of course, we won't go to the village in order to sell them. If we sell these things in the county, we

Celia in surprise. She had never thought of turning

she still remained suspicious. She asked Celia, "Will this work? Will the people in the

on, you should put all your effort into making cute and beautiful vegetable baskets and fruit dishes. After three days, we will go to the county and try to sell all that we have. If it doesn't work then we can find another way." Celia took a deep breath and

Wendy had thought of digging herbs to make money. But truth be told, both of their ideas seemed unrealistic. It wouldn't

and fruit dishes, she hesitated, because they

me! It is worth a try!" Celia understood her words hadn't convinced her mother. Slowly, she

plea. She sighed helplessly and said, "Well, if it doesn't get sold after three days, you