"These are gathered by each family. Although it's not enough, it's better to return as much as possible. When the harvest comes next autumn, everyone will repay the remaining amount." Liu He stuffed the silver that each family had voluntarily contributed into Mu Shi's hands.
Although Mu Shi was relatively well-off, Shu Wanniang and Little Bowen had both fallen sick from the cold. Coupled with Mu Yangling's injuries, he wouldn't have much money left. As such, it was impossible for him to repay the medical fees paid by the Qi family. Madam Ma-Liu saw this and naturally did not want her nephew to suffer such a big disadvantage, so she went to look for Liu He behind Mu Shi's back.
In the past few days, the refugees from the entire prefecture had arrived at the prefectural capital one after another. The villagers of Nearhill Village also learned about the situation everywhere from them. It could only be summed up in two words: extremely tragic.
