In the North of 1981, the countryside was still undoubtedly poor and backward.
Especially the rural children, they were raised freely and were very resilient.
These kids, bareheaded, wore old cotton-padded jackets on the outside, and homemade shoes on their feet.
Some wore their older brothers' hand-me-downs.
One little boy was even wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, which belonged to his sister.
Of course, they recognized Qiao Qingyu, some calling her "Auntie", others "Aunt".
Qiao Qingyu glanced at Wu Xiucai, who stood there lost in thought, and opened her backpack to distribute candy to the children before she said to him, "Grandpa, let's go, our home is just ahead."
Wu Xiucai, as if he heard nothing, had a somewhat stern expression on his face.
Qiao Qingyu knew that it was the living environment of her home that made him emotional.
But that was the reality, nothing could be done.
