Although Daya, who was sleeping at the very back, was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, she was still worried about her grandmother.

"Grandma went to buy rice for you. She said she'll steam rice for you tomorrow!"

"Really?"

Da Ya and Er Ya asked in unison, their lips licking as if they had already started eating rice.

"Of course it's true!"

Ling Huanwu touched Sanya, who had fallen asleep immediately beside her, and replied to them firmly.

Just like her unwavering heart at this moment.

Before the famine year arrives, she must ensure that the children on the island have enough rice to eat and new clothes to wear.

Diseases caused by poverty.

She will surely remove them one by one, like removing lice.

After the children fell asleep, there was a soft knock on the door.

Ling Huanwu tiptoed off the bed to open the door.

The silvery moonlight poured into the room, shining brightly and dazzlingly in Ling Huanwu's eyes.

But it was far less impressive than the radiant, childlike glow emanating from the tall, imposing man at the entrance.

The five-pointed star on his military cap shone with a sacred red light.

Just now, she finally understood why Zhou Jiuzhen insisted on coming to this island, which couldn't even be found on a map, to build.

Perhaps it was because he had seen the poverty here that he came here so resolutely.

All so that every villager can live a good life.

Ling Huanwu looked up and quietly gazed at the anxious expression on the man's face at the door. Finally, she suppressed her panic and asked the question that the child most wanted to ask.

"Nine tremors, is Aunt Liu alright?"

The children had lost their parents, and she didn't want them to lose their grandmother in the end.