Yuanchun picked up Geng Xiaowen with a look of heartache. "It’s not that you aren't hungry," she said, "it’s that you’ve gone past the point of hunger and don't even feel it anymore. My poor grandchildren, when will the heavens ever grant us rain?"
"Mother, the village head and the others are starting to pack," Geng Dalin said.
Yuanchun sighed, feigned wiping her eyes, and carried her little grandson to one side. "Second son, Second daughter-in-law, let’s pack our things, too."
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