Song Tiegen sighed. "Kid, you know what's been going on in the village."
"There's a bitter winter outside, and the road out of the village was blocked," he continued.
"However, after the autumn harvest, everyone sold their grains. Now, even if they had money, they wouldn't be able to buy grains in town. I heard that your family prepared a lot of grains for winter. See if you can help."
"Please spare us some rations and distribute them to us."
"We're from the same village. You don't want to see everyone starve to death, right?" With that, Song Tiegen ended his plea.
"I missed the part where that's my problem." Song Jingchen's tone was indifferent. He glanced at Song Dahai, who was hiding behind the crowd, and continued, "Besides, we've only prepared enough food for our own family. Do you want me to share the food with people who have nothing to do with me, and starve my own family instead?"
