At this moment, Wang Laoshuan looked at the porridge on the table and could not help but swallow a few times.
At the same time, he was filled with regret.
If he had known that the price of grain had soared to this extent, he would not have cooked porridge.
By eating the locusts, he and his son could hold out for two more days.
Wang Dashan glanced at his father and swallowed the words he was about to say.
It was better not to tell his father about moving to town and the matter about the grain.
During these few days, he would observe the movements of the villagers first before deciding what to do.
"What can we do? We'll take one step at a time."
"Let's eat." After saying that, Wang Dashan sat down at the table.
Wang Laoshuan sighed and sat down without thinking further.
Wang Dashan picked up his chopsticks and saw the locusts on the table.
After thinking for a while, he stood up.
