As for food and sustenance, whenever Wang Dashan and his father went into the mountains to gather firewood, they would find something in the mountains from time to time.
In addition to the money he earned from chopping wood, and… the subsidy given by his younger sister, the father and son might be able to survive.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaomei finally felt more at ease.
"Don't worry about the food. I have… stocked up almost 800 catties of brown rice and coarse flour here. If you and Father are a little more frugal, it should be enough to last us for quite a while," she said.
Wang Xiaomei had just bought 550 catties of brown rice and coarse flour with Mrs. Song. Together with those that she had been stocking up cumulatively previously, she had at least 800 catties now.
Wang Dashan got a big shock.
"So… much?" He found it a little unbelievable.
Wang Xiaomei nodded her head.
