Tang Chuxia sighed silently.
She had thought that the daily lives of ordinary people in this era were hard, but when she really saw it for herself, she was still shocked.
It was a kind of hardship that those who lived in times of peace, or those who lived in affluence, simply could not imagine.
Did they not know that clothes patched over patches did not provide warmth?
But scraps of fabric were easy to find, whereas a complete piece of cloth was unaffordable.
Did they not know that only a well-kept room could stay warm?
How could they tidy up without money or the ability?
Did they not know that without food, one would die?
To fill the grain vat, one needed money!
...
Some things, it's not that they didn't want to, but they had no way to do it.
Is being poor a sin?
Not at all!
It is the loss of hope to keep living.
If a man's leg is broken, can he not live on?
