"That's different! Nowadays, your body is covered in poison sores, and even the doctor has instructed you to rest as much as possible and not to overexert yourself,"
Granny Peng carefully folded those proclamation papers and tucked them into her bosom. She then turned back to the stove, added some more firewood, measured some millet and mixed it with the coarse cereals, washed them clean, and poured them into the pot to cook.
This was to be their meal for tonight.
Granny Peng was indeed not young anymore. Fortunately, her ugly looks and her black, flat body helped her blend in with the group of men doing hard labor, earning some hard-earned money. Most of the silver she made was used to treat the poison sores on her body, only a small amount of silver was left to buy some food to bring back home.
"Granny Peng, it's all because of me that you suffer!"
She subconsciously touched her face towel, feeling exceedingly distressed.
