Hua Yusen gave Gu Qingyu a look, exchanging a silent signal. Then he said, "The village staff has changed recently, so I don't know if there will be any big moves. As the weather gets colder, I'll bring you food in the mornings and evenings. Uncle Qian, Aunt Qian, you have to hold on. I'll definitely find a way to improve your living conditions."
"Sigh, a few of us guys can just about manage squeezed in here, but Sister-in-law Qian is frail. She might not make it through this weather." Sun Haoran sighed. "From what I can tell, this winter is colder than usual. I don't know if we can survive it."
Hearing this, Old Sir Qian looked with pity at his wife, who was eating fish balls. Her face was sallow, and even with Xiaohua bringing food at night, her condition hadn't improved. 'My son is already dead. Who knows how my daughter-in-law and grandson are doing now? Nothing can happen to my dear wife!'
