Two thousand coins or one bucket of coarse grain is enough for Yaozong to spend for half a month!
Ms. Hetian didn't know Old Lady Han's thoughts. She had only one thing on her mind, to see how her brother's condition was.
Although she vaguely had a suspicion and understood some reasons, she still wanted to verify it personally.
"Yaozong, how are you?"
Ms. Hetian quickly hurried to Tian Yaozong's side.
Tian Yaozong hurriedly hid the half-eaten bun in his arms, then began to moan and groan.
"Oh, my head is so dizzy, my whole body is burning, am I dying?"
To be honest, Tian Yaozong's act of pretending to be sick was quite convincing.
Beside him was a thin, dark-skinned woman in her twenties, holding a four or five-year-old boy in her arms.
Even though the boy in her arms was fatter and healthier than her, she still held him carefully with her arms thin as sticks.
She was Yaozong's wife, Wang Family, and in the Tian Family, she was exploited just slightly less than Ms. Hetian.
