Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Today I even delivered the extra update. Please support me with the monthly tickets in your hands—there have been far too few monthly tickets these past few days. I need everything!
Sometimes I really didn't want to keep typing, but whenever I thought about things at home, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and carry on. Today, my family called to say the house was leaking again. I'd originally hoped the two pear trees by the door would bear fruit so we could sell it and help cover the household expenses, but neither tree had even blossomed yet. The remaining three old hens had stopped laying eggs too. Sigh, poor people have no money. It was hard to put into words! It was the fifteenth of the eighth month—please show some sympathy. Those with money, send money; those without money, sending mooncakes, cigarettes, liquor, or something like that would do too!