The days on the train were actually the most leisurely time for Su Yuanyuan since she crossed over.
Ever since she crossed over, she had been striving for a living. Although she spent New Year's Eve of 1958 on the train, it was always just her alone, and she had gotten used to this kind of loneliness. It didn't feel all that bad.
She was quite relaxed on the train, but Su Daqiang and his family of three were extremely distressed.
Although the firewood at home seemed to be piled up in the woodshed, it was mostly corn leaves, which weren't very good for burning.
Su Yuanyuan only left a bag of corn kernels, less than ten pounds of cornmeal, and a bag of sorghum for them.
At that time, Su Yuanyuan's thought was to leave them double. More than that, she didn't have.
In this cold winter, and it's already the last month of the year, they've just come back, and the grocery store isn't open anymore either. They really have nothing.
