As the saying goes, one autumn rain brings a chill. Besides the sturdy bed made by her scholar father, everything else in their home was thin and flimsy. The family didn't even have decent winter clothes. Su Yunduo felt resentment towards her grandfather, anger towards her stepmother, and above all, a sense of despair for the future.,In Su Yun Duo's understanding, Mr. Xiucai's illness, though severe, was not tuberculosis. However, for the past half month, no matter how Su Yun Duo tried to console him, she couldn't open his heart.,She tucked what was in her hands into her sleeve and looked back up at the hillside. Su Yunduo was still there, hiding things. Later, she would try to persuade Ningshi to go to the county town tomorrow. The things hidden on that hillside could bring some much-needed supplies to their impoverished home. A glimmer of hope flashed in Su Yunduo's heart.。