"There's not much choice in the matter," said Brother Xinglin, aware of our family's current situation. Erhu is still lying in bed, with no telling when he might wake up. The daily cost of his medicine is no small sum, and there are several children to feed at home. I must find a way to earn money to support the family, so I brought some food and bean sprouts to sell at the market. No matter how little, I can always make some silver coin."
Zhao Xinglin had great respect for such a person as Lin Yue, a frail and slender woman who took on the burden of a family in the most difficult of times. When he heard that Zhao Erhu had been injured and lay unconscious while hunting, he couldn't help but worry for him. The household's pillar had collapsed, leaving only the women and children. He didn't know how they would get by. Though he was willing to help, he could only do so once or twice, not indefinitely. He, too, had a family to care for.