"So she doesn't have a household registration in Jian Village?"
The village chief nodded. "At that time, after she recovered from her injuries, I asked her where she was from, but she didn't say. She just kept crying. I saw that she was pitiful, so I let her live there. She didn't have a household registration, so I couldn't give her the land. There was only so much I could do. I just didn't know how she lived for so many years. I rarely went to see her, and she didn't come out either. The villagers almost forgot that there was such a person."
Other than the children who liked to run around the village and occasionally saw her, few people really had any impression of her.
After Jian Qingqing heard this, she felt that Granny Lin was someone with a story. She thought about it for a while and decided to meet her.
