"In that case, let's wait for a few more days," Qin Xiaoyao said.
Song Que reached out and placed his hand on the back of Qin Xiaoyao's hand.
"Don't worry. Our family will be fine," he said gently.
For some inexplicable reason, Qin Xiaoyao's heart calmed down.
"Mm-hmm!" she replied with a smile.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
The weather was getting colder, but it still didn't rain.
However, Mountain Spring Town did not become prosperous again as a result of the cool weather.
On the contrary, more and more shops on the streets were closed.
Other than the morning market, there were fewer and fewer people on the streets.
The only shops that were still doing a roaring trade were the grain stores.
As long as the grain stores were open for business, there would be an endless stream of people queuing up at the entrance.
