Mother Lin was extremely pleased looking at the two heavily loaded mule carts.
Particularly, seeing the three thick quilts made her want to hug Lin Ercheng in gratitude.
Although it was still warm, it was already September and should cool down any moment. If it came to fleeing due to famine, they wouldn't survive the winter without warm clothes.
After delivering the water, Nanzhi returned home with her big brother.
The meals at home improved significantly for the next few days, thanks to the dried meat provided by Nanzhi.
Father Lin slurped his lips while looking at the meat porridge on the table.
"Isn't the food too good? Are we not going to have a life after this?"
Mother Lin just glared at him, scooped another spoon into his bowl and placed it on the table: "Eat quickly, the good days won't last more than a few days."
Rebuked by his wife, Father Lin could only silently accept his bowl.
Nanzhi ate her porridge, looking out at the horizon.
