The young man slowly knelt down as he watched the soil being filled into the pit bit by bit. He began to wail without tears.
Only when the young man's figure became a little more transparent did he finally stop twitching and stand up again.
"Do you need a while more?" Jiang Beiran asked the young man.
"No, thank you, thank you."The young man bowed to Jiang Beiran, then turned to Meng Sipei and bowed.
After bowing, the young man continued to recall,""Ever since that peddler lived in our village, the villagers 'lives became better and better. Not only did they not have to go hungry, but they could also save up for winter rations. However, just as everyone was immersed in joy, Aunt Liao suddenly fell ill. Her illness was very serious. Her body alternated between cold and hot."
"In the end, it was the peddler who used his ancestral secret recipe to save Aunt Liao. Moreover, the Aunt Liao who was saved was in better health than before."
