Jiang Shaohua suppressed the anger in her heart, and after soothing the two elderly gently, she went to take a look around their home.
The hastily erected thatched house let in light and wind from all sides. Currently, in the extreme heat of summer, it wasn't much of a problem. But when the weather turned cold or rainy, it would surely be very drafty.
Then she saw the wells used by the famine victims; in a village of several hundred people, there were only two wells. They had to queue up each day to get water.
The paths in the village were also messy, emitting an unpleasant odor.
After walking around for half a day, Jiang Shaohua's expression grew increasingly displeased.
Chen Jinyu couldn't help but mutter a few words: "The conditions here are indeed quite poor."
