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.,Su Yunuo is the eldest child and now that her father, the scholar, is seriously ill in bed as the head of the family, there is a big problem. The town doctor has diagnosed him with tuberculosis, a terrible illness that people talk about. It's unclear whether he will survive. Otherwise, even if her stepmother, Xiao Yangshi, cried and made a fuss, it is unlikely that her grandfather would be so cruel as to drive her scholarly son out of the house.,I gazed upon the village ahead, shrouded in mist and drizzle. Turning my gaze back to the path I had come from, the thought of carving a mountain road behind my own house surged strongly within me once more.。