Night.
Mo Yanchi was invited by the village chief, and he brought the students to the village to have a communal meal.
Bai Zhi'er noticed that the cooks were all men.
She jokingly asked Mo Yanchi.
"Master, are there no women in this village? We've been here so long and haven't seen their wives or daughters."
Mo Yanchi was savoring the after-meal tea and smiled: "I asked the village chief too, and he said that due to the recent severe drought, those who have wives and daughters at home have sent them to nearby towns."
"Staying in the village means not only having no access to clean water, but also not earning any silver, so they let their wives take the children to towns to find work."
"These villagers are simple and live quite hard lives. Little disciple, you must see, there are still many people in the world in need of help."
Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi'er's red lips curled into a gentle smile.
"Master is right, I will indeed take good care of them."
