It had been almost half a month since they set out, and they had only reached this place when they encountered Lin Xinlan.
Their story was very simple, but for farmers who had lived a plain life, this experience was already quite extraordinary.
Lin Xinlan, seeing that they were honest people, kindly took them in for two days, let them rest sufficiently, and then gave them some money to send them on their way home.
The two of them were endlessly grateful to her and regarded her as a living Bodhisattva who rescued those suffering in hardship.
Lin Xinlan smiled bitterly to herself.
She was no living Bodhisattva, for she couldn't even save herself.
She then told them that her last name was Mu, and her name was Mu Sirong, from a certain county in H city.
"Big sister, is it just you alone at home?" Yang Ming curiously asked.
Lin Xinlan nodded, "Yes, it's just me living here by myself."
