The villagers didn't really have anything that valuable at home.
Most of them just brought things they'd grown in their own fields and yards to Mr. Thompson.
Anthony Varley watched along the way and felt a bit moved.
Even though, till now, he still hadn't met his father-in-law.
He already had a complete understanding of him.
This was a person with compassion, ambition, and a sense of responsibility.
And he was also quite wealthy.
There weren't many people in this world, like him, who were so deeply loved and supported by so many.
But just like there's grass on the prairie, there's also cow shit.
There's never a shortage of out-of-place folk anywhere.
As the two walked, suddenly, a short woman wearing blue cotton clothes, looking about fifty-something years old, came up to them.
This woman had some eggs in her basket, and when she saw Arthur Thompson, her eyes lit up and she called loudly, "Thompson! Come here!"
