"Outsiders." Mother Weng walked over from the side and ungraciously tossed a set of coarse hemp clothes onto the straw beside Li Lianhua.
"I see you're soaked to the bone. These are my son's clothes, and they're of no use anymore. If you don't mind, change into them and don't catch a chill. If you linger in our village tomorrow, we certainly don't have enough grain to feed outsiders like you."
Li Lianhua glanced at the garments. Although the fabric was poor and a closer inspection revealed a few inconspicuous patches, they were washed very clean, and at a glance, the stitches showed that someone had put their heart into them.
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