Huang Xiangwen bitterly complained, "You're nearly out of breath, yet you can't forget about those worldly possessions."
"With the state you're in now, even if you had all the land in the village, could you even farm it?"
Qin Changlin informed them that today would be the day, urging them to make preparations.
But in the current situation, how could they prepare? And what was there to prepare?
At home, they could at least make preparations for his death garments, a coffin, incense, and paper money—every necessary item—but now they didn't even have a straw mat.
"Dabao, your father has suffered so much, wu wu…"
Recalling that Gu Wen had struggled all his life and now didn't even have a straw mat at the end, Huang Xiangwen was overwhelmed by grief and burst into loud sobs.
