Borrowing Food

Although he was poor in the past, he had at least eaten his fill. Now, it was different. Not only was he poor, he was also starving.

Shen Yijia did not like these people. From the moment they entered the village, these people had deliberately targeted them. Although she didn't mock them, she didn't sympathize with them.

She looked at Song Tiegen expressionlessly. "Village Chief, why are you here?"

Song Tiegen seemed to be freezing. He put his hand to his mouth and exhaled a mouthful of hot air. He rubbed his hands and said awkwardly, "Miss Song, let us in first."

Shen Yijia rolled her eyes. "That won't do. There are so many of you. If I let you in, what if something goes missing in the house? If you have something to say, say it quickly."

There was a moment of silence.

The bone-chilling wind hurt their faces. Shen Yijia blocked the door, unmoved by Song Tiegen's words.