Very soon, it was night.
In the countryside, people are frugal. After nightfall, the entire village is almost plunged into darkness, unless necessary, no household lights the oil lamp.
Oil lamps cost money.
But today, the courtyard of Wang's house was bright.
Liu Mianmian had Wang light a bonfire in the middle of the yard, and the firewood was chopped by Liu Xinghe from the mountain.
His strength is great, casually chopping down several trees.
Naturally, freshly cut trees can't be burned directly, so Liu Mianmian exchanged some firewood with Wang.
Fortunately, although they can't eat enough, Wang's household has plenty of firewood.
At this moment, the flames illuminated different faces in the courtyard.
Because the flame color is red, it is difficult to see the true complexion of these people. They appear to be rosy, but there is no joy in their eyes.
Each brows is deeply furrowed, only Wang's family can barely maintain a smile.
