"No, back then even a blade of grass was precious, and you only got straw shoes in winter, and that was considered good. Many adults had never worn shoes, let alone children. Now, you see, there are still a few families in the village whose kids are barefoot. You haven't wandered much around the village; you've only played with those from well-off families. If they're from a poor family, they don't have time to play around with you; they all have to work in the fields. In our village, several families share one cotton-padded jacket when they go out in winter. That little buddy of yours, Dogzi-next-door's uncle's eldest son, he's already 25 years old, too poor to get married. He traded his 15-year-old sister in an arranged marriage to get a new wife. His little sister looks at most 12 and was exchanged with a 30-year-old widower. On their wedding day, they borrowed clothes from our house to wear.