Tang Yuxin, wearing a blank expression, placed the food on the table. At this point, the old Song man didn't think about anything. He didn't have the strength to do so. Every day, apart from the pain in his leg, was haunted by continuous nightmares.
His body was suffering, and his spirit was being crushed.
Once a lean old man with vitality, although not exactly youthful, he could keep up with younger guys in terms of work. Evidently, he was as disgusting as the good-for-nothing loafers in the village.
Now, he barely managed a hog's life. All he did was eat, sleep, defecate, and urinate, all in one place. As a lump of flesh, no one was sure whether it could be butchered and sold for a bit of money during New Year's.
Tang Yuxin felt that if it were possible to fatten and sell him like a pig, she believed that the old Song woman, without a second thought, would sell the old Song man.
