Wuya spread the threadbare bedding she was carrying.
With a look in her eyes that was a mix of confusion about the future and newfound expectation for the life ahead.
She couldn't resist asking Luo Ning, "Sister, are we going to live by ourselves from now on?"
Luo Ning smiled and patted her head. "Yes, I'll definitely make sure you live a good life."
"I just checked, and the kitchen stove is fine. Let's gather some firewood later, and tonight we can roast sweet potatoes. Tomorrow I'll go into town to buy some bowls, chopsticks, and daily necessities."
It was the 1960s, and five yuan still held some purchasing power.
Wuya nodded obediently, "Okay!"
The sisters tidied up and went to the nearby mountain to collect firewood.
The house was at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by few other homes, and each was spaced a distance apart, which was exactly to Luo Ning's liking.
