"If all of this is taken away by the higher-ups, people will survive," said Xiao Wu.
The words Jiang Xia spoke before the Jiang family went up the mountain were etched deep in the villagers' hearts. Earlier, they didn't pay much attention, hoping for a miracle. But reality is reality, and no amount of prayers could change that. As the autumn harvest approached, the villagers grew more fearful.
Hearing Xiao Wu's sigh, Jiang Chuan wasn't sure how to comfort him. He didn't dare to bring up the matter of growing vegetables now. After all, there were too many uncertainties in farming. He was afraid to disappoint those, like Xiao Wu, who genuinely cared for them.
Jiang Chuan momentarily forgot, but Jiang Xia remembered that the higher-ups were going to send someone for an inspection.
"Uncle Wu, don't be too disheartened. Maybe there will be good news after the autumn harvest!" Jiang Xia said with a giggle.