At Widow Wang's house.
"Mother, have some hot water."
Er Yatou brought Widow Wang some hot water.
Widow Wang took a few sips, then lay back down weakly.
With no food in her belly, she had no strength at all.
On top of that, she had caught a chill. It would have been a miracle if she recovered like this.
Although Li Ping'an helped the mother and daughter out from time to time, it was not enough to withstand the poll tax, other taxes, commissions...
The authorities kept finding new ways to squeeze money out of the common people.
Without Li Ping'an's help, their house would probably have been mortgaged long ago.
Having somewhere to live was already something to be thankful for.
Bang, bang!!
A sudden knocking sounded at the door.
"Who... who is it?"
Er Yatou jumped in fright.
"It's your Uncle Kuzi!" Yang Kuzi's voice came from outside.
Yang Kuzi was rather small and thin, and wore a very loose pair of trousers.
His trousers also kept falling to the ground, which had earned him the name Yang Kuzi.
Widow Wang frowned. Their two families had no particular connection.
Besides, Yang Kuzi was nothing but a local thug.
What could he want, suddenly coming to their house at a time like this?
Widow Wang kept her guard up and did not let Er Yatou open the door for him.
"Brother Yang, is there something you need?"
Yang Kuzi chuckled. "Whatever it is, let's talk inside. Surely we're not going to talk through the door?"
Widow Wang hesitated a little. It really would be awkward to refuse to open the door.
Besides, in broad daylight, surely he would not dare do anything out of line.
So she dressed and had Er Yatou open the door for him.
Yang