Jiang Xinyu understood her daughter's meaning, "I know, I'll dilute it with water for him to drink. I'll also do it for your brother."
Jiang Feifei nodded, having grown up together with Jianbin. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, but she didn't want to test people's hearts.
The disinfection in the city was done with even greater intensity, and the pungent smell was really unpleasant.
The whole family was so busy they hardly had time to rest.
Jiang Xinyu took Feifei back to their old home, where many houses had collapsed. Several people in the village had died, but most were unharmed. She left a thousand yuan, asking Wang Xiaolong to rebuild the house anew.
"Uncle, if the money isn't enough, let my sister call me."
"It's enough, with a blue brick house and the courtyard fenced, don't worry."
Actually, the Jiang Family's house hadn't collapsed, but Jiang Xinyu was afraid; she wasn't going to give up on it, after all, the Old Jiang Family were all buried there.
