“This…you’re so kind…I used to…” Widow Xiao looked up in surprise, becoming even more incoherent.
"How much do you need to borrow?" Shen Qingyu had no patience to haggle with her.
"Just lend me twenty catties of mixed grains..." Widow Xiao lowered her head to her chest again.
"Twenty catties of mixed grains? Enough to last three months?" Shen Qingyu was shocked.
They have two children in their family!
The rice and wheat can't be harvested for three months...
"We'll dig up some wild vegetables and cook some mixed grain porridge; we can manage." Widow Xiao said with a forced smile, tears welling in her eyes.
Fragments of memories surfaced in her mind, and Shen Qingyu suddenly felt a pang of sadness: Didn't her own family used to live this kind of life too?
Mixed grain porridge with wild vegetables—it's not enough to fill you up, just enough to keep you from starving.
They've really had a few good days, and now they can look down on others with pity.
After making a self-deprecating remark, Shen Qingyu promptly gave Widow Xiao twenty catties of mixed grains.
Widow Xiao thanked her profusely and left. Shen Qingyu was about to cook when the three children went into the kitchen.
It turned out that Xiao Yunqi and Shen Dasong hadn't returned yet, and the children started to panic.
"Mother, Father hasn't come back yet..."
"Will he be alright?"
"Will there be bad people on the road?"
"What if the mountain collapses and they get buried too...?"
The more they talked, the more frightened they became. As the triplets talked, they started to cry, sobbing loudly.
Shen Qingyu sighed, a surge of restlessness rising within her, and she longed to run away.
Here it comes!
She started crying again!
"Mom... Wow..."
Shen Qingyu's head throbbed with pain, and she quickly couldn't take it anymore: "Don't cry, your father will be alright. I'm going out to pick them up right now..."
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