Duan did not dare to enter the broken temple. She called Ning Chuyu to the entrance, and the mother and daughter ate meat buns at the doorway in large bites.
The Sun family smelled the aroma of the meat buns and all turned their heads away. Even the youngest, Sun Manyi, stiffened his neck, refusing to look at them.
The Sun family remained unaffected, but it didn't mean that the beggars, who were starving, could remain indifferent.
Just as Sun Manzhi wandered to a corner inside, a beggar asked him, "Are those two women at the door with you?"
Sun Manzhi shook his head, "No."
The old Sun family had many people, and many men. Sun Wuye had three sons, and after losing Sun Erji, they looked slightly fewer in number.
But Sun Siye had many sons, five in total. With Sun Wulin conscripted into the army, there were still four left.
All four sons were adults, and they also had sons.
Proudly, Sun Siye had eleven grandchildren, and quite a few great-grandchildren.
