She too was eager to know whether something had gone wrong in those years.
But with everyone gone, where could she ask?
So, all she could think of was to visit the Qin Family's home and see if she could pry open a gap through them.
"Yes, if it hadn't been for that family, I don't know if I'd have safely given birth to my child. That family was truly wonderful, they killed a hen to make soup for me when I had no milk after giving birth, and they searched the village for goat's milk. I spent my postpartum recovery in their home. And when leaving, they were tearful. At that time, Old Ning and I insisted on giving them twenty yuan. Otherwise, I really would have felt like I could never repay their kindness." Zhang Yun sighed.
"Back then, twenty yuan was far from a small amount," Qin Jian interjected.
"That was the savings of several years for Old Ning and me. After all, they saved me!"