C468 A Golden Wind and a Jade Dew

After I finished packing, I called my uncle. I wanted to ask him if there was any farmland that he could eat or drink in River Binn. Ever since his mother died, his uncle had vented his anger at the old man, thinking that the old man had killed his mother. Over the years, I was the only bridge between our two families, and I was the main link.

After my uncle heard what I said, he curiously asked