The old man Zeng looked at Zeng Yong with reluctant affection, anyone would think he dearly loved this son.
Zeng Yong glanced deeply at his father, nodded without saying a word.
The old woman Hua thoughtfully observed the dozen or so outsiders, frowning at their skeletal bodies.
The grandson was right: it's not about fearing scarcity but fearing inequality, not fearing poverty but fearing insecurity. For the peace and harmony within the valley, they must do something.
Recalling the old man's words yesterday, she decided to speak, looking at families like Zeng and Liu: "Hua Village is just a poor village, but since everyone has come, it's fate. We can't just watch people die without helping, but everything must have rules; as the saying goes, no rules, no order. Surely everyone can understand this.
