Sie Yufei was on the brink of collapse.
Very much on the brink.
Because this Educated Youth Corps spot he was enjoying all to himself... aside from a heated brick bed, there was nothing else.
No firewood, no water, and not a single sprout in the reserved land.
Even a rat would cry and leave.
He hadn't closed his eyes for three days and finally entered the room, only to find not even a drop of water to drink.
Young Master Sie had lived for eighteen years, and for the first time experienced the biting chill of hunger and cold.
Whether to fetch water or gather firewood first, to eat or catch some sleep first, countless choices swirled in Sie Yufei's head, and each option seemed painfully difficult.
Just as he was engulfed in despair and irritation, Cao Dayue arrived, bringing a sea-bowl of egg soup and four pieces of cornbread.
Cao Dayue was dressed in a no-patched but whitewashed outfit, her plain face flushed with red.
