As the saying goes, one autumn rain brings a chill. Besides the sturdy bed made by her scholar father, everything else in their home was thin and flimsy. The family didn't even have decent winter clothes. Su Yunduo felt resentment towards her grandfather, anger towards her stepmother, and above all, a sense of despair for the future.,In Su Yun Duo's understanding, Mr. Xiucai's illness, though severe, was not tuberculosis. However, for the past half month, no matter how Su Yun Duo tried to console him, she couldn't open his heart.,These days I've been going up the mountain almost every day. Aside from occasionally finding a few old vegetables that are almost inedible, it can be said that I've gained nothing. Today's search finally yielded some results. Unlike the previous few days, when I ran back and forth in vain, Su Yun'uo lightly pressed her lips together, a faint smile appearing on her face.。