"Everyone is upset because you took their food to help the refugees. All you need to do is to replenish the food you took out, right?"
Daozi's eyes lit up: "Right." He said, then frowned, "But what can I use to replenish it?"
Daohua glanced at the red trolley case under the seat: "Didn't you bring a silver note with you when you went out this time?"
"With that silver note, you can go to Guyu and it's like using your own money to buy food for the refugees. This way, the refugees can have food, and no one else has to go hungry. It's a win-win situation."
Daozi thought this idea was excellent, hurriedly dragged out his trolley case, and took out the only one hundred unit denomination silver note.
"Mom, I'm going to send this silver note to Aunt Guyu right now, so she can make more food for the refugees."
Daohua smiled and nodded, watching Daozi leave the carriage.
