Xia Feng Still Cares About Her

Xia Chen saw her crying and asked in a panic, " "Wanwan, what's wrong? are you not feeling well?"

Hearing Xia Chen's words, Xia Feng subconsciously looked at Xia Wan. However, when Xia Wan looked at Xia Feng, he immediately looked away, not wanting her to see him worried.

Xia Wan shook her head and said to Xia Chen, "Brother, I'm fine. It's just that the wind is a little strong, and sand got into my eyes."

Xia Chen saw that Xia Wan didn't seem to be lying, so he was relieved.

Xia Wan, who was walking at the back, made up her mind. She would protect her brothers well and let them live healthy and happy lives.

The three walked for an hour before they finally reached the county.

The sun was already high in the sky, and the three were drenched in sweat.

There were many people setting up stalls on the street, each of them shouting. The fragrance of different food drifted into the noses of the three, and they were unable to help but feel a little tempted.

Some people were selling candied fruits on the street, and Xia Wan saw Xia Feng's eyes stop at the stall for a few seconds.

She smiled, thinking that after she sold the ginseng, she could buy some candied gourd for Xia Feng to eat.

Kids rode back and forth on their bicycles, helping to deliver letters.

Xia Chen looked at the bustling street and was in a good mood. He looked at Xia Wan, asking, "Where are we going next? Which pharmacy are you going to sell the herbs to?"

Although he had gone to school in the county, he didn't know much about pharmacies. After all, he was in good health and rarely fell sick. Even if he was, he would just endure it, and he'd get better in a few days.

"Don't worry, brother, I know the way," Xia Wan smiled and nodded.

As she spoke, she realized that Xia Chen's gaze had already shifted in another direction. Following his gaze, she saw the busy bicycles shuttling across the street.

For people in this era, bicycles were not particularly rare. Even those who were of average income could afford them. With the vehicle, it would make the journey much more convenient for the children in the village who needed to go to school in the county. The price of a bicycle was about 150 yuan.

The Xia family didn't even own a bicycle.

Everyone in the family did physical labor, which meant they earned very little. After having to pay for their school fees and foot living expenses, there was basically nothing left of the children's monthly salary.

Hence, at that time, the bicycle was an extremely practical tool. There was a black iron bar between the front and the seat, where a child could be seated. Another child could also be put on the seat at the back, which meant one bike could carry two children.

It was the same for their village, where most of its residents owned bikes.

Xia Feng glanced at the bikers, but he knew his family's financial situation better than anyone. There was nothing they could do in the near future.

Xia Wan took in their expressions and made up her mind to get them a bicycle each after the separation.

Under Xia Wan's lead, the trio walked for another ten minutes before they arrived at a relatively large pharmacy in the county.

A middle-aged man of about 40 was fiddling with the herbs in the shop. Xia Wan subconsciously looked at the herbs and could tell that most of them were used as supplements.

Hearing footsteps, the boss put down his work and walked towards the three of them. "What medicine do you want to buy? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"We're not here to buy. We're here to sell," Xia Wan shook her head and told the owner.

With that, the boss started to size up the three youths. They were obviously wearing old clothes and didn't seem to be from a rich family.

Could it be that their family was so poor that they had no food to eat, so the three children just cut some weeds from the mountain and planned to try their luck in his shop?

With this thought in mind, the boss's smile disappeared, and his expression was clearly that of an impatient man.

The boss's change in attitude was obvious, and both Xia Chen and Xia Feng were a little uneasy.

Xia Chen knew that it was just some common herbs that Xia Wan had picked. Although it could quickly cure Xia Wan's illness, it should still carry some value.

Xia Feng pursed his lips. This scene reminded him of the time when he was looked down upon by the county folk.

Xia Wan looked at Xia Chen with a calm expression. "Brother, take off the basket."