After binding the system, Mrs. Wei went down the mountain

Grandma Zhang didn't move, and Grandpa Zhu didn't move either. The two of them stared straight at the village chief.

"Oh, look at my memory."

Immediately, the village chief walked behind the four-wheeler and began to move things underneath.

The old couple also followed.

Bundles of wicker sticks, as well as broken fertilizer bags, and finally several large baskets were taken down.

There are no daily necessities, no food, no clothing, just these few things.

"This is?"

Mrs. Wei stepped forward.

Grandma Zhang was hunched over, holding a lot of rope that she had rubbed, with an embarrassment on her face.

"Xiao Rui Nai, our house was collapsed by the heavy snow, and everything was crushed. There is nothing usable anymore. These have been kept outside. Nothing happened. We two old ones can't plant the land. Now we have to I can barely make ends meet by making basket weaving."

"Oh, you are so good at weaving this basket!"

Mrs. Wei smiled and said:

Grandma Zhang also laughed, and then pointed to Grandpa Zhu next to her.

"I don't have this skill, this is all made up by the old man."

Grandpa Zhu on the side was listening carefully to the two people talking. He basically couldn't hear clearly, but he still wanted to try hard.

Seeing Grandma Zhang pointing at herself, her eyes widened and she asked:

"What's the matter?"

"I'm complimenting you, telling you that you are good at weaving baskets!"

"Ah, no need to worry, one for more than half an hour, if you want I can make it up for you!"

Mrs. Wei twitched her lips.

"He's deaf and can't use his ears well. He can't hear us when we talk like this, so he has to shout loudly. Maybe he can hear a sound."

"It's okay, it's okay, this old man is quite generous even if you don't listen!"

After taking down all the things, the guys helped put them in the warehouse.

Grandma Zhang was too slow to keep up with the big guy, so she could only shout from behind:

"No, no, no, just put it outside. Put it inside where it takes up the space occupied by Xiaorui's milk."

The newly arrived couple's shabby clothes and cautious attitude touched everyone's different emotions.

Life here is simple and happy. For Yue Hong and others, the annual expenses of tens of thousands of yuan are nothing more than missing a meal when going out. For Third Aunt, Grandma and Uncle Ge, although it is not a small sum of money, it is With their own pension, they can easily withdraw it. For Shen Dahe and his wife, who are in the worst conditions here, although it is very expensive, they can scrape together the money.

It wasn't until they saw Grandpa Zhu and Grandma Zhang that they remembered that there were many such lonely old people in the world, with no one to support them, relying on state subsidies and living at the bottom of society.

Niu Cuifen didn't know why, but her eyes suddenly became wet, and she missed Li Aidang a little bit.

Seeing everyone helping him pack his things, Grandpa Zhu looked left and right, picked up the broom on the courtyard door, and began to sweep the yard.

"Oh, brother, I don't need you!"

Lin Tieqiang on the side saw him and quickly grabbed the broom from Grandpa Zhu's hand.

Knowing that Grandpa Zhu couldn't hear, he quickly gestured with his hands and said:

Grandpa Zhu understood.

"There is nothing to do, nothing will happen if you are idle!"

Grandma Zhang from behind walked up, patted Grandpa Zhu on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Our old man, although he is deaf, is in good health. I can instruct him to do whatever he wants. He does all the work at home!"

Lin Tieqiang scratched his head.

"Sister, I am Qiangzi, and Xiaorui is her uncle!"

Grandma Zhang immediately retracted her hand, looked carefully and said:

"Oops, I'm sorry, my eyes are not very good!!"

The village chief on the side invited Mrs. Wei aside.

"Aunt Wei, I would like to trouble you first. I will apply for this subsidy as soon as possible. Aunt Zhang was a widow when she was young. Later, she lived with Uncle Zhu in middle age and did not enjoy much happiness. I don’t need to tell you about Uncle Zhu, everyone in our village knows that Uncle Zhu went to the battlefield when he was young, he is not an ordinary old man, and this represents an honor behind his back."

The village chief was still nagging, but Mrs. Wei gave him a direct glare.

"Er Maozi, you don't need to say anything. I don't know what you are thinking. Don't worry, I can still bully them. Go back and do your business!"

Mrs. Wei drove people away without mercy!

"Hey, thank you, Aunt Wei!"

After speaking, the village chief turned around to leave, but was stopped by Mrs. Wei again.

"Wait a minute, Ermaozi, and call me Sister Wei from now on!"

The village chief was stunned for a moment, and then shyly called Sister Wei.

Mrs. Wei took the two people to her room and told Grandma Zhang roughly about the situation here. As for Grandpa Zhu, Grandma Zhang would relay it.

After Mrs. Wei left, Grandma Zhang couldn't help but blush as she looked at the clean and tidy house.

He patted Grandpa Zhu with his hand and muttered:

"I have never had a good life with you in my whole life. Who would have thought that when I get old and die soon, I still have to live in a new house!"

Grandpa Zhu couldn't quite hear what Grandma Zhang said. He looked at Grandma Zhang's moved face and patted himself, thinking that Grandma Zhang was thanking him for accompanying him for so many years.

I suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Da Ya, just come to me and enjoy the happiness with me!"

As soon as Grandma Zhang heard this, she knew that Grandpa Zhu had misunderstood again. She curled her lips, returned to her bed, and began to observe the room.

In the evening, a group of people gathered together to make dumplings to welcome Grandpa Zhu and Grandma Zhang.

Grandpa Zhu was still wearing a shabby military coat, sitting upright on a stool, watching TV. Wang Guo was nestled on the sofa, looking at the new grandpa curiously.

"Brother Zhu, you will live a long life this year!"

Uncle Zhu didn't hear it.

Chu Xiu smiled and said:

"Guoguo, Brother Zhu's ears are hard to use, you have to speak louder!"

Guoguo nodded and shouted into Grandpa Zhu’s ear:

"How old are you?"

Grandpa Zhu finally had an expression and stretched out his finger to make a six.

Guoguo said doubtfully:

"Are you sixty?"

Grandpa Zhu grinned with a toothless mouth:

"Ah, my name is Liu Zi, Zhu Liu. I was also a well-known figure in our platoon back then!"

Zhu Liu was very proud.

While making dumplings, Grandma Zhang smiled and introduced the two of them to everyone.

"My name is Zhang Daya. When I was a child, my family was poor and I never went to school seriously. I never had a name. I just called me "big girl." The old man is called Zhu Liu. What I am most proud of is the things I fought in the past. When I think about it, three days in three days You won’t stop talking all night long!”

Everyone looked in the direction of Grandpa Zhu.

They saw Uncle Zhu, who was sitting upright just now, happily telling Guoguo about the events of the past. Guoguo was also attracted by the content, and her eyes directly shifted from the TV to Uncle Zhu.

"Uncle, aren't you hungry after not eating for three days?"

Uncle Zhu took off his military coat and waved his hand.

"Why is it so hot? It was so cold at that time!"