That evening, Zhao Han was resting at home, thinking over a few things, when someone knocked on her door.
Under the night sky, it was Sha Zhu from the main house in the Middle Courtyard.
He was carrying a sack of grain in his hand.
"Hey, Little Zhao, I heard all the food in your home was carried off. The old madam and First Uncle asked me to bring you twenty jin of mixed flour first, along with some salt and sugar. Keep them. When you're hungry in the morning, make yourself some steamed cornbread."
A hint of sympathy appeared on Sha Zhu's plain, anxious-looking face.
"Hey, how can I accept this? Brother Zhu, I can't take it." Zhao Han was a Great Otherworldly User, after all. How could she owe someone a favor over a few jin of mixed flour? "Take it. You can't let yourself go hungry. You're young, and you need to eat more." Sha Zhu set down the sack without another word and turned to leave.
Zhao Han's eyes grew moist.
There were still more good people in the world.
She carefully put the sack of grain back into the Big Jar.
She covered it securely with the wooden lid.
Then she lay back down and went to sleep.
But when the time passed eight o'clock,
every household had already turned off its lights and gone to bed.
In the pitch-black darkness, someone knocked on the door again.
Auntie Chen from the Front Yard stood outside.
Rubbing her hands, she said awkwardly, "Well, Little Zhao, those two jin of brown sugar I brought over during the day... could you return them to Auntie?"
"It's not that Auntie wants them back. It's just that the old man at home has been nagging me..."
As soon as Zhao