He was so worried that his eyebrows furrowed like an old man.
He fretted as he looked at his younger siblings, who were so hungry they were barely alive.
This can't go on.
He could starve to death, but he can't let his siblings starve.
He promised his parents he would make sure his siblings survive.
Making promises is easy, but fulfilling them is too difficult.
He looked at the house.
Yesterday, Da Hu's father from the village came, bringing three brothers along. Da Hu's family was considered bullies in the village.
They were strong and had many people.
(There were many boys in the family; each of the three brothers had four sons. Altogether, there were fifteen grown men, which in the countryside was considered strong and well-armored, even in arguments they had confidence.)
They offered one bag of cornmeal for the three rooms of his house.
