Little Four's sharp eyes spotted an empty space and shouted, "Sister, Dad, there's some space over there."
Next to a stall selling straw mats, there was a middle-aged man sitting, with two young people behind him. They were all skinny, but not as emaciated as people Hua Jin had seen after the extreme cold. It was evident that everyone's bodies had recuperated quite a bit over the past few months.
Moreover, with her external assistance, life was somewhat better than during the bitter cold on the mountain. People who had harvested grain truly lacked water, but most families didn't lack food anymore.
"Dad," Hua Jin gestured to her father. The empty space Little Four saw was indeed suitable and could fit their ox cart.
Hua Chengtian naturally saw it too. Without further ado, he pulled the ox cart over there. The other people from the village, seeing this, also chose spots nearby to set up with the things they had brought.
