Too despicable.""Life for the common people was already difficult, and they were taking advantage of the situation to loot."Fang Jinxiu's eyes flashed coldly, "Sometimes it's not that there is no retr...This afternoon, Zong Yu was still asleep. Fang Jinshu carried a basket of cut pork, covered it with a cloth, and walked down the mountain.

On the day Zong Yu brought the wild boar home, he told her to give fifteen kilograms of meat to Changhe Tiezhu and his brother Zong Hu.

Luckily, the wild boar was fat enough. After removing the bones and entrails, almost a hundred kilograms of meat were cut down.

Fang Jinshi added a few large pork ribs to the pot. In this era of scarcity, simmering some bone broth is also good.

After she walked into the village, she found that everyone was looking at her. Today, all the villagers were gathered together.

Men were crowding outside Wang Village Chief's house, the noise coming from there was much louder.

Fang Jinxiu knew why they were arguing, so she pretended not to see and first went to Song Changhe's house.

This was still her first time coming to Chang He's house. If it weren't for this kid mentioning his address last time, she really wouldn't have been able to find it.

She stood outside the door and, upon seeing the Song family's house, she was slightly taken aback.

She knew the Changhe family was in a bad situation, but reality was worse than she imagined.

Even their houses were in ruins. The roofs had large holes, and the front door—was it even a door anymore

She knocked very softly, afraid that if she used too much force the door would fall off its hinges.

Even before entering, Fang Jinshi's heart was already beginning to ache.

Chang He is a really good kid, but why are good people always so unlucky

"Chang He, are you home"

She shouted at the door for a few times, and soon Song Changhe ran out from the house. Seeing that it was Fang Jinshu who came, his little face immediately broke into a smile.

"Splendid sister-in-law!"

"How did you have time to come to my house"

He rushed forward to open the door for Fang Jinshu, "Sister-in-law, come in quickly."

After Fang Jinxiu truly walked in, Song Changhe became embarrassed again, awkwardly rubbing his hands.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, I'm so sorry, our place is too humble. We don't even have a proper place for you to sit."

Fang Jinxiu hurriedly shook her head and said it was fine.

The Zong family had no courtyard. As soon as you entered, you were in their only house. Song Changhe's mother lay on a dirt bed with a straw mat underneath.

Hearing someone coming, he hastily sat up and coughed several times before he could speak.

"Ahem! Xia He, um, who's that"

When his mother spoke, Song Changhe came back to his senses from his awkward state.

"Mother, it's Sister Jinxiu here to visit us!"

Song Changhe's mother, surnamed Wang, was also a woman who had suffered hardship in life. When she was young, she fled to this place and fainted at the foot of the mountain. She was picked up by Song Changhe's father.

It was just a chance meeting, but then we became close friends and settled down in No Village. It's been twenty years already!

Though Wang was only in her late twenties or early thirties, she looked like a frail old woman on the verge of death. You would think she was about the same age as Old Madam Wu if you didn't know better.

At first glance, Fang Jinshu saw that Mrs. Wang was very ill. Her illness wasn't some complicated mystery; it was simply due to poverty, and her body had been chronically deprived of nourishment.

A little bit of a minor ailment, dragging on over time, day after day, year after year, can also become a life-threatening serious illness.

"Aunt Wang, I am Zongyu's daughter-in-law."

"Changhe has helped us a lot recently, and since I'm free today, I came to visit. I also brought Changhe's things over."

Fang Jinxiu did not show any unusual emotions when seeing Wang's aged and frightening appearance. Instead, she treated her like a normal elder and spoke to her accordingly.

Just these small details made Wang's counterpart feel even more favorably disposed.

Every time others in the village came to her house and saw her like this, some would be so frightened that they would run out screaming that she was a ghost, while others would try to appear calm, say a few words, and then leave.

They mostly came to deliver messages from Song Changhe, such as letting his mother know that he'd be home late today.

Wang also knew that her current appearance was frightening. Not only did villagers think she looked like a ghost, but she herself felt that she shouldn't continue living.

White burdens her son.

But the Chang He couldn't bear to see her die, and he kept crying, begging her to hold on. He said that if she died, he would become an orphan completely and utterly.

Every time Wang was at her wit's end, it was this reluctance to let go that kept her going.

"My things I don't have anything in your house." Song Changhe looked puzzled.

Fang Jinshu hurriedly put down her basket.

"How come there's nothing here."

She carried out the fifteen kilograms of divided meat and ribs. Both mother and son were dumbfounded at the sight of so much meat.lly be released someday. He continued to blame the Zong family for his father's death.So she looked for a clear day and went to Village Head Zhao's house to ask him to help make a copy of the ancestra...