Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song Shuangshuang frowned, "No, it's okay to read outside after the snow melts, but not in winter. It hurts your eyes. If you're like that, I won't bring you any books.

We will need to ask you for help with our homework in the future, so please protect your eyes."

Grandpa Sun immediately admitted his mistake and said he would not do that again.

"Come inside quickly, it's windy outside."

"It's windy and you're still reading outside."

"Wrong, wrong."

After entering the house, the first thing Song Shuangshuang did was to reach out and touch the kang, for fear that they would not even heat the kang during the day in order to save firewood.

When she touched it, Song Shuangshuang really noticed something was wrong. She went out to check the stove pit and found that there were indeed a few pieces of firewood that had obviously just been stuffed in.

Song Shuangshuang raised her head and looked at the elders, and they all turned their heads away guiltily.

Well, I didn’t expect this girl to be so smart. She started touching the kang as soon as she came in. They heard her voice and quickly put it in, but they were still discovered.

Song Shuangshuang said nothing, and continued to pick up the basket hanging on the roof to see how much food was left in it. She also checked the rice jar where the food was stored.

Jiang Jingcheng and Song Youlin stood at the side like their younger brothers, and gave Grandpa Jiang and Uncle Meng a look that told them to wish them good luck.

They don't dare to mess with her.

Song Shuangshuang checked around before going into the house and sitting down.

"That girl Song, the quilt is still warm, so we didn't think of adding firewood. And the room is warm too, so we should save as much as possible." Grandpa Jiang didn't know why he was afraid of this girl.

Every time he came back, he acted like a superior leader inspecting his work. His little face was stern and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Grandpa Jiang, I haven't said anything yet, but you admitted it yourself."

Grandpa Jiang’s expression froze.

No, this girl is cheating him.

"Hehe, it's colder in the mountains than down there. If you don't heat the kang, what will you do if you catch a cold? If you don't have enough firewood, just tell us. We still have plenty.

We have worked so hard to nurse you back to good health. If you get sick, all that nursing would be in vain and we would be so worried.”

Several elders listened to Song Shuangshuang's lecture obediently and did not dare to refute at all.

Since they were all elders, Song Shuangshuang didn't want to say too much, so she changed the subject and asked them if they had eaten breakfast.

When they heard the topic had changed, Grandpa Jiang and the others quickly said that they had already eaten in the morning and even explained clearly what they had eaten.

Song Shuangshuang felt angry and amused.

No, why does she feel like a school teacher? Is she that scary?

"Song girl, what's wrong with your forehead?"

I didn't notice it just now, but Meng Chen only now discovered that there was a long red mark on Song Shuangshuang's forehead. Upon closer inspection, he found that the skin was scratched and there was some blood in the middle.

Now it's Song Shuangshuang's turn to feel guilty.

I awkwardly explained that I was accidentally scratched by a branch and it was nothing serious.

"I still have the alcohol you sent me earlier. I'll disinfect you." Wen Zicheng took down the basket hanging on the beam and found the alcohol and cotton swabs.

"Uncle Wen, the wound will heal sooner or later, there's no need to disinfect it." There's really no need.

"It's not a big deal. You brought the alcohol too. The branches aren't clean either, so just wipe them."

There was no choice but for Song Shuangshuang to agree.

Looking at the few remaining cotton swabs, Song Shuangshuang suddenly remembered the last time Jiang Jingcheng was scratched by Liu Zhang while saving her, and she bandaged his wound.

Well, she still remembered the last time she accidentally fell into Jiang Jingcheng's arms. Just as she felt her face a little hot, she felt a sting on her forehead.

"Sigh~"

She didn't feel anything when the branch scratched her head, but she felt pain from the alcohol sting.

Seeing that she was in pain, several elders laughed out loud.

After leaving Grandpa Jiang and the others, Song Shuangshuang asked her brother to go back and cook first. She planned to take a walk with Jiang Jingcheng and take the main road down the mountain, so there was no need to worry.

"Are you sure you can do it?" He was worried even if he took the main road down the mountain.

"Tsk, it's not like I have underdeveloped cerebellum. I can't fall down while walking on the road. Go away, don't be a light bulb." This younger brother has no tact at all.

Normally she and Jiang Jingcheng don’t have time to be alone together, so now that they finally have the chance, they should have a chat, right?

"Okay, okay, I won't be a light bulb." Can't he just leave? It's as if he is willing to be a light bulb. Besides, it's windy today. I don't know what his sister thinks, she doesn't feel cold.

Seeing her younger brother leave, Song Shuangshuang naturally put her hand into Jiang Jingcheng's hand.

"I'm just cold, so I want you to warm my hands." She wasn't afraid of falling.

Jiang Jingcheng didn't expose her, and smiled and said, "I'll use my other hand to warm you up later."

The wind had stopped at this time, and Song Shuangshuang took Jiang Jingcheng for a walk, stopping from time to time, kicking the snow piles when they had nothing to do, or running under a tree and letting Jiang Jingcheng kick the tree trunk a few times, waiting for the snow to fall on their bodies.

She has a very childish nature, so Jiang Jingcheng didn't find it strange and was willing to play with her.

When Song Shuangshuang slowed down, Jiang Jingcheng asked her if she had anything on her mind.

Song Shuangshuang paused and asked, "How did you know that?"

"I could tell you were worried when I saw you at your door this morning. You can tell me."

Song Shuangshuang stopped and slowly told Jiang Jingcheng about what happened yesterday when she and Song Youlin met Grandpa Lin, as well as the situation of the Lin family and what they had done.

Jiang Jingcheng immediately understood that Song Shuangshuang was upset because of the Lin family's situation.

"Are you struggling with whether or not to continue helping them?"

Song Shuangshuang said "hmm" softly.

She did feel uncomfortable watching this. Although she had talked about this with her brother yesterday and discussed countermeasures, she just wanted to hear Jiang Jingcheng's thoughts.

“It’s the Lin family’s luck to have met you and Youlin. It’s also my grandfather’s luck to have met you. But there are still many poor people in this world. It’s impossible for you and Youlin to help everyone. Just do your best.

It's a good thing that you have a kind heart, but it also depends on the specific situation.

The situation at the Lin family is really bad, and someone comes to visit every few days. You two can't avoid those people every time, so you still have to put your own safety first.

Grandpa Lin usually makes a living by sweeping the streets. If you want to give them something, you don’t have to send it to his house. You can leave it on his way home.”

"Huh? Do you know Grandpa Lin?"

Song Shuangshuang interrupted Jiang Jingcheng. Why did she feel that Jiang Jingcheng seemed to know the situation in Grandpa Lin's family?

"Yes, I helped him once before. They used to be teachers and live with their grandson. Grandpa Lin usually makes a living by sweeping the streets."

Obviously, Jiang Jingcheng knew more than her.

Thinking that she hadn't seen Grandpa Lin for more than a year, Song Shuangshuang suspected that the place where Grandpa Lin was assigned was too far away from home, otherwise she would have met him several times.