Du Jincui no longer insists on taking her two children away. She carries a bag of husks, rubbing her aching and swollen cheeks, feeling scared. She catches up but threatens, "Mother, Brother-in-law, since you are determined to go home, I won't stop you, but you must take good care of Xiaowu and Xiaoyu. I only have these two children, and if anything happens to them, I won't let you off."
"Go on, why are you standing there?"
After warning them, Du Jincui pulls on Geng Dazhuang, "Do you want to stay behind and go home with them?"
"There's nothing to eat at home, going back to wait for death?" Geng Dazhuang's eyes fall on the half bag of husks in Yuan Chun's hands.
Although husks are hard to swallow, eating them can keep one alive.
This half bag of husks, if eaten sparingly, is enough for him for half a month, but... Geng Dazhuang's eyes turn to his son.
He won't care if his brother, niece, and nephew starve to death.
He won't care if his mother and daughter starve to death.
