"Oh, how much firewood do you need? We'll send it over to you in a few days." The man took the sack and threw it into his cart, nodding repeatedly.
"Five more carts will do," Zhou Ying said after some thought.
This way, she could help them, and she wouldn't have to go up the mountains to chop firewood.
"Alright, we'll come over every other day. We won't disturb you any further." After the man finished speaking, he turned around and pushed his cart outside.
Gu Chengye's eyes flickered when he heard that. When the refugees went up the mountain to chop branches and tree bark, their household bought their firewood along with Zhou Ying.
Although some were still left, it would be difficult to get through the winter.
However, he and his big brother had been on patrol day and night.
Her father and uncle still had to take care of the vegetables and sweet potatoes in the field, so they had no time to go up the mountain to gather more firewood.
