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.,As for agricultural taxes and corvée labor, they thought at most it would last for half a year.,Thinking of her bedridden scholar father, her weak pregnant mother, and her younger brother who was still young, Su Yunduo couldn't help but smile faintly at the thought that tonight she wouldn't need to drink water to fill her stomach and could sleep soundly without having to get up in the middle of the night to urinate.。