The family packed their things and returned to their rooms to rest excitedly.
After the three children fell asleep, Qiu Zhi returned to her room with Xia Zhenyuan.
Compared to the children's optimism, Qiu Zhi was worried.
After all, Cha Cha was still a fifteen-year-old child. Singing to earn money was not a long-term solution.
Xia Wangshi had only given them a piece of barren mountain. How would their family live in the future?
Xia Zhenyuan was also not asleep. He was leaning against the head of the bed, smoking. Seeing Qiu Zhi coming over, he held her hand. "Ah Zhi, even if I have to go to the coal mine to work, I won't let all of you starve."
Hearing the words 'coal mine', Qiu Zhi's heart tightened.
The coal mine was dozens of miles away from them. If Xia Zhenyuan went to work, he might only return once every few months.
