Mrs. Fan glanced at him, gave him an extra pound of rice, and said, "Ten cents."
"Granny, that's too much." Song Tingfan naturally saw it and pinched his clothes corner.
"Not too much, not too much, just take it. Live well, if there's any difficulty, tell the village chief, he'll find a way for you." Mrs. Fan felt a bit sorry for him and handed him the rice.
Song Tingfan pressed his lips together and placed ten copper coins on the counter, "Granny Fan, I'll give you the remaining five cents."
Regarding the Song Family's plight, Mrs. Fan sighed. Such a kind family, and three died in just one year.
Leaving behind a boy, such a tragedy.
Heaven isn't merciful.
"No need, no need, hurry home now, you look so thin."
"Thank you, Granny Fan."
Song Tingfan ran home with the bag of rice. Halfway, he ran into his sister-in-law, and he stopped, a bit anxious, "Sister-in-law."
Lin Qiao glanced at his rice, "You still have silver coins? Give them to me!" she said, reaching out.
