Knock Down That Tower

"Where did you get so much money?"

Mrs. Shawin rubbed her eyes, as if she couldn't believe it was true.

Lake's eyes were full of unconcealed shock. He turned his gaze to Willy and motioned Willy to give a reasonable explanation.

"When I was in Morse Woods, I helped that hired team with their mission, and they gave me ten gold rams out of gratitude."

Willy's explanation is simple.

Mrs. Shawin and Lake looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Willie returned safely and brought back a huge sum of money that they had never seen before. For a while, the husband and wife were at a loss.

After a long time, Lake asked slowly, "Willi, what are you going to do with this money?"

Lake is not a dictatorial father. These ten gold rams are the income that Wei obtained by using his wisdom and courage. He has no right to interfere. No matter how he handles it, he should follow Willy's advice.

Willy pondered for a moment, and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, but after hesitating for a while, Willy still didn't say it, just said: "I want to keep two of the gold rams for myself, and the remaining eight gold rams. Leave it to you to deal with it."

In fact, if it wasn't for the completion of the idea that he had just created, Willy didn't even plan to keep the remaining two gold rams.

When Mrs. Shawin and Lake heard the words, their hearts were filled with joy, not only because of the sudden increase of so much money in the family, but also for Willy's growth. He is no longer a child, but has become a family responsible man.

Willie put away the two gold rams and said to Lake and Mrs. Shawin, "I'll go to the kitchen to see Veria."

Only Lake and Mrs. Shawin were left in the house.

"This money, we can't just spend it casually."

Mrs. Shawin was the first to say, "We're saving up for the children."

Lake nodded: "But you can use this money to properly change your life, such as buying more white bread and meat for Willy and Veria to eat, and before winter comes, you can also repair this leaky house..."

The husband and wife have fallen into longing for their future life.

For the next few days, Willie was asked by Mrs. Shawin to stay at home to rest, not to pick sweet fruit, nor to work in the fields, on the grounds that he was too tired in Morse and needed to rest.

So Willy and Veria spent a few days of boring time at home.

Noon, at home.

"Willi, I think I might grow taller."

Veria suddenly walked in front of Willy and said with a serious face.

"Talk about the point."

Willie raised his eyelids with an expression of seeing through the truth.

Veria scratched her head and showed a shy smile: "Can I go and eat a piece of white bread."

Willie pouted and knew that was the case.

Just the day after Willie came home, Lake came into town with some sweet fruit he had picked, and after he sold them all, he bought a super large piece of white bread and some grilled chicken.

That night, the roast chicken was eaten cleanly by the family sitting around the table, and the white bread was kept.

In the past few days at home, Veria would always steal white bread to eat while her family was not paying attention. Every time she was discovered by Mrs. Shawin, she would be reprimanded. In order to prevent Veria from continuing to eat stealthily, Mrs. Shawin also specifically instructed Veri not to let Veria get close to the white bread when they were not at home. But even so, it couldn't stop Veria's gluttonous appetite.

Every time she and Willy were the only ones left at home, Veria would always think of ways to please Willy in order to get a small piece of delicious white bread.

"You're going to get fat."

Willie said solemnly.

"But I'll grow taller too!"

Veria is persistent.

Willy shook his head gently and said helplessly: "Don't steal too much, your mother will find out."

"OK!"

Veria jumped on the spot, then trotted to the kitchen, laughing all the way.

Looking at Veria's back, Willy smiled.

You must work hard to make this family a better place.

"That idea had to be put on the agenda sooner rather than later."

There was a look of determination in Willie's eyes.

As early as when he had just returned home a few days ago, Willy had a new plan for his next days.

He doesn't want to work in the fields or pick sweet fruit, he wants to be a good hunter.

In Willy's original memory, the hunter was the symbol of the strong. A good enough hunter will not only be envied by the countryside neighbors, but also respected by the merchants and have a high social status. In addition, they can obtain enviable wealth by hunting and selling the physical resources of various animals.

Now that he has the abilities given by a junior hunter, and has the rich treasure trove of Morse Forest, it is a good choice to be a hunter.

Willy had planned to confess this idea to his father and mother from the very beginning, but he hesitated and gave up. In the past few days when they entered Morse Forest, both of them had experienced deep worries, and it was impossible for them to allow their son who had just come out of the dangerous place to enter that terrifying place again.

So Willie has been waiting for an opportune moment to express his thoughts to his parents.

"Let's do some prep work today..."

Willy pondered for a while, got up and walked out of the house.

"Veliya, I'm going out, take care of your home, don't think about eating, remember to clean the house."

Willy exhorted aloud, and went out of the house, leaving only Veria, who was secretly happy, hiding in the kitchen.

The place Willy was about to head to was Uncle Whoopi's blacksmith shop.

"Willi?"

Uncle Whoopi glanced at Willy who was coming. After all, Willy seldom came to his blacksmith shop before.

"Uncle Ubi."

Willy greeted Uncle Whoopi.

Uncle Whoopi smiled and stopped the work at hand: "What? Are the farm tools at home broken and want to repair, or do you want to buy some new things?"

"I want Uncle Whoopi to build something."

Willie explained his purpose.

Uncle Whoopi frowned: "What do you want to create?"

"Well..." Willie paused and said. "I want to build a crossbow and ten arrows, as well as a spear about one meter five."

Uncle Ubi is a very good craftsman. Even some customers in the city will come to him to make iron tools, crossbows and spears. It is not a difficult thing for Uncle Ubi.

"Did your father build these things?"

Uncle Ubi asked suspiciously.