She waits in the Zhang Family's yard, not finding any remedies, as Aunt Zhang went digging for them.
The fields are close to the outskirts of the village, it should be in time if she goes digging in the evening.
A man of approximately fifty years old came out with a cup of water from the house,"You must be thirsty, Mrs. Xiao. Drink some water first."
She had visited the Zhang Family several times and recognized the man's voice from the house last time. He was Aunt Zhang's husband, widely known as Old Zhang.
"Thank you." She took the cup and took a sip.
"Is everything okay with Dashan, Chuan, and Qinghe?" Old Zhang enquired with concern.
"They are okay."
"The leg disease of Qinghe is incurable. It's pitiful that such a young fella can never farm again." Old Zhang expressed his regret.
Qingyue didn't know how to reply and chose to remain silent.