When Wang Chen left Little Ya's home, his heart felt heavy.
He had never expected there to be families in Datian Village living in such hardship.
Little Ya's grandfather was already very old.
Though the old hunter was experienced, the Demonic Beasts in the mountains were no pushovers.
With age and failing strength, neither his combat ability nor his reactions could compare to what they had been in his youth.
This time, he had run into terrible luck in the mountains and nearly lost his old life.
Yet no matter how dangerous it was, Little Ya's grandfather could not simply lie at home and rest.
Without enough food, the family of three would not be able to survive the bitter winter.
Wang Chen asked Xiao He, "Are there many families like this in the village?"
Xiao He hesitated before answering, "There are some."
Datian Village had nearly four hundred households. Where there were the fortunate, there were the poor; where some had no worries about food and clothing, others could barely keep the pot boiling.
There were also families that had once lived quite well, only for their circumstances to plummet and their days to become difficult after the main pillar of the household met with an accident or disappeared.
Little Ya's family was exactly like that.
When her parents had still been alive, having enough to eat and wear had not been a problem.
Now the brother and sister relied entirely on their grandfather's hunting to sustain themselves. It would have been stranger if they had been living well!
Xiao He also revealed something else to Wang Chen.
Most of the poor households in the village were from outside surnames.
If villagers of the Huang, Xu, or Chen Clans found themselves without food or clothing, their clans would offer