“Greetings, Headman!”

Looking at the lines in the notebook, Liu Huajun felt overwhelmed with emotions. He knew that in the past it had not been easy for Hong Xiaofu to care for Shen Xiaolin. Liu Huajun had then helped the siblings whenever he could. 

However, seeing Hong Xiaofu's notebook, Liu Huajun realized the extent to which Hong Xiaofu had suffered. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Hong Xiaofu had grown up with the help of the entire community. 

For instance…

"19 July 2019. We were left with 3.5 yuan. For dinner, Xiaoling and I bought two steamed buns. Our neighbor, Mister Liu, pitied us and sent us two bowls of soup, we are thankful. We almost saved enough for dinner tomorrow. A steamed bun costs 50 cents. We just need to collect 5 more plastic bottles to have enough money to fill our tummies! Let's work hard!"