The tactics of the Old Captain are quite effective—attacking the mind is indeed the best strategy. Watching the children's innocent and tender smiles, Zhang Guoqing vigorously rubbed his face.
After lunch, Zhang Guoqing walked home with heavy steps, accompanied by Zhou Jiao. He understood the Old Captain's decision to provide thin gruel for the children while ensuring that the strong adults ate solid food, but he struggled to accept it emotionally. To him, children represent the future.
Zhou Jiao took out two sets of old clothes without speaking. At this stage, many words between them didn't need to be spoken; she understood that they must make a trip to the mountain.
Seeing this, Zhang Guoqing pulled her up and smiled, "Let's go, let's head to the mountain. I'll take you for a stroll."
Zhou Jiao smiled at his words. She wasn't a saint, but she certainly wasn't heartless. The village still had some resources, occasionally even tasting wild game.
