The setting sun was slanting in the west. After more than an hour of scavenging, the family of five finally contentedly pushed a cart full of rubbish back to their courtyard in the alley.
"Dad, I want a wooden stool."
"A rocking chair would be nice."
"Are you sure?"
"Hehe, let's go with the wooden stool."
"No worries, let's store the materials in the side room first. Once I have a long break, I'll see if I can make a rocking chair. It doesn't look too complicated to me."
"My dad can definitely handle it. I'll give you a hand then."
"Forget it, let's spend a bit of money to get a professional to do it. With that time, Dad, you might as well take us out. We can test our skills in the process."
"Hunting has to wait until autumn. It's too hot now, and we can't store the meat. In the fall, we can take your mom to gather wild fruits and make some snacks for you all."
"Mom, did you hear that? Dad promised to take us hunting."
