Siheyuan: The farm in my mind is in your hands.

Zhao Degui was about to go crazy when he heard what the strange young man from Zhao Qing's family said.

It seems like you are a full man and don’t know the hunger of a hungry man!

"Don't I know that eating too much Guanyin soil is bad? Let's put it this way, even if it's Guanyin soil, it's almost gone."

Instead of being starving, eating soil will give you a feeling of fullness!

The two children at home have been suffering from constipation for more than a day or two, so I have this experience.

Chen's mother didn't know how much food her son had brought, and she didn't dare to ask Chen Jianghe to share some of it.

It was Xiao Duoduo who spoke first: "Second Grandpa, my uncle is cooking for me and grandma!"

She went to Zhao Degui's house many times to eat and drink. Although there was nothing delicious, at least she survived.

Chen Jianghe took out another bag of corn flour from the bag, which was estimated to be about four or five pounds.

"Uncle Zhao, I'm here to take my mother home. I brought some food for the journey, but I didn't finish it."

"Take it home and cook some porridge. Don't eat dirt for now."

His bag was bulging and no one knew how much was inside.

When Zhao Jingui looked at the bag handed over, he found that it contained corn flour!

In this era, cornmeal is like an elixir of life.

He held the bag tightly, and his body, which was weak and about to fall, suddenly became strong again.

It's all supported by spiritual strength!

"You're here to take Sister Chen home, so are you from Sijiu City?"

Zhao Jingui suddenly wanted to say something, but the caution in his mind prevented him from speaking.

It's amazing that this young man can come to pick someone up in this year.

If the Chen family really had some remarkable background, then Chen Xiaoman would not have married into their family, and Mrs. Chen would not have almost died in Zhaojiazhuang.

He must not talk too much and hurt others.

Besides, if Mrs. Chen had left, she wouldn't have ended up like them, and ended up being choked to death by the Guanyin soil.

"This is a good thing! A good thing!"

Zhao Jingui's voice trembled. He didn't stay any longer and turned around to go home.

Of course, he was holding the bag of cornmeal in his hand.

He felt relieved to see that Mrs. Chen and Xiaoduo were both fine.

He had to go back and cook the porridge quickly, as the third brother's family was almost ready and he couldn't delay any longer.

Neither Chen's mother nor Chen Jianghe tried to stop him. At this moment, time was of the essence.

In the face of life and death, money is really useless.

Those who say money can buy life are definitely not doing so because of hunger.

Here, Chen Jianghe had to admire the herbal prescriptions left by his ancestors.

After drinking the herbal medicine he prepared, his mother was able to get out of bed and the swelling on her body was obviously disappearing.

It is normal to feel weak after being hungry for a long time.

As long as the nutrition is sufficient, you can make up for it sooner or later.

Xiao Duoduo looks like he has been malnourished for a long time, with dry hair, a big head and a small body.

Whenever Chen Jianghe thought about the fact that the child had survived by eating mouse tails and sparrow heads, he couldn't help but want to take her to get vaccinated and disinfected.

The conditions do not allow this now, so I can only feed him two pagoda candies first.

Chen Jianghe prepared lunch in the kitchen and brought it over by himself.

This time, in addition to millet porridge and milk, he also added some soy protein powder and salt.

Well, the taste is a bit weird, but fortunately it is nutritious and better than Guanyin soil.

"Mom, after dinner let's go to the village to get a letter of introduction."

"I'm going back to Sijiu City tomorrow. My vacation is only three days."

After Chen Jianghe finished speaking, he glanced at Xiao Duoduo who was eating obediently.

This child is his sister's only child, but unfortunately he lost his parents when he was young.

"Duoduo, do you want to go home with your uncle?" Chen Jianghe asked.

The little girl raised her head and blinked her big eyes. She looked at her grandma in confusion, then at her uncle.

"Isn't this Duoduo's home? Duoduo doesn't want to be separated from grandma."

Listening to the child's innocent words, Chen's mother felt sad again.

"Good boy, we still have a home in Sijiu City, and our aunt is waiting for us at home."

Chen's mother already knew that her son was married and was now a formal worker in the steel rolling mill, so she was very pleased.

"Okay, let's go to the new house to find my aunt!"

"Grandma, is there anything to eat in our new home?"

The hunger of childhood will probably be imprinted in Xiao Duoduo's memory.

Now what she wants most is to eat and not be hungry.

"There is food. We have flour, meat, and lots of vegetables."

"By the way, look at my uncle's brain. How come he forgot to take out the eggs?"

Chen Jianghe took out five cold cooked eggs from the bag.

He immediately gave two each to Chen's mother and Duoduo.

As a result, the little girl took another one and placed it in front of him.

"Little Duoduo, just one is enough!"

"My little uncle is an adult, he should eat more."

Chen Jianghe and his mother were both very pleased. He is a good child who knows how to love others and is so sensible.

in the afternoon.

Chen Jianghe held little Duoduo in his arms and supported his mother with one hand.

Led by Chen's mother, the family went to the village chief's house.

The village chief's five children are also the kind who have no idea where to start.

But relatively speaking, it is still better than other families, as the whole family can still move.

After Chen Jianghe explained the situation, he promptly issued a certificate and a letter of introduction.

The proof is of course Duoduo's.

Since last year, China has implemented household registration migration restrictions, with the aim of limiting the influx of large numbers of rural people into cities.

For this purpose, a special household registration survey was conducted to distinguish between urban and non-urban households.

However, if the child is registered as an adopted child, there is still some room for manipulation.

Chen's mother was originally a resident of the city, which saved her a lot of trouble.

They just need to take the letter of introduction to buy the tickets.

Today is the last day in this small village. Mother Chen suggested going to say goodbye to the family who had helped her before leaving.

If there is anything worth reminiscing about the magical experience of the past two years.

Mother Chen would definitely say it was those people who had extended a helping hand to her and Duoduo.

There are only about fifty households in the whole village, and it took them nearly an hour to walk a distance that could have been covered in half an hour.

Several families have locked their doors from the outside. I heard that they have gone to other places to live with relatives.

There were also those who went all the way north, which was called "Chuang Guandong" at that time.

I have no money and no ticket, but I have a pair of legs and feet, and begging for food is better than starving to death.

Zhao Deren's family had already cooked a pot of corn porridge in a casserole, and the two children drank it without even raising their heads.

"Hold on, this cornmeal is enough for our family to eat for half a month."

After drinking half a bowl of porridge himself, he put the bowl down and was about to go out with the remaining half pot of porridge.

"Dad, I want more!"

"Dad, I'm not full either!"

Zhao Qingmiao and Zhao Xianglei then raised their heads. The bowls in their hands had been licked clean and didn't need to be washed.

Among the family members, only Zhao Jiangshi didn't say anything, because she knew what her husband was going to do.

"It's okay as long as you don't starve to death. Just bear with it. Your uncle's family is almost starving to death."

Zhao Degui kept walking.

"Wait for Dad to bring the pot back, and then ask your mother to make another pot."