Chen Jianmin was helpless when facing his parents. They always thought about helping their family, but they didn't consider whether they had the ability to do so or not.
Noticing his annoyance, Dong Li said, "Don't argue with your parents over this small matter. After breakfast, let's go to the mountain foothills. I will help you gather more firewood. With more people, we should be able to get enough today."
When he heard this, Chen Jianmin said, "Thankfully, I have you."
He glanced at his brother and said, "Jianguo, you should stay at home later. Even if your body has recovered, your immunity still isn't as good as ours. You should stay home and avoid catching a cold."
Chen Jianguo was aware of his own health, so he didn't pretend to be strong and nodded. "Brother, I understand."
When they finished cleaning up the pen, the three of them transported the pig manure to the mountain and helped Dong Li gather some dried leaves to make into fertilizer.
