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

The two children are quite sensible.

Knowing that their third uncle and eldest uncle's family needed help, they stopped making trouble.

Zhao Qingmiao even took the initiative to run to open the door for her father, but the wooden board creaked and seemed to be about to fall off when it was touched.

This was the beating her third uncle Zhao Deren had given her before!

"Dad, what should we do with Xiao Duoduo's family? Why don't we serve some more? Grandma Chen is almost dying."

Zhao Qingmiao is 13 years old this year. She has endured almost all the suffering she deserved in the past few years, but the hardships of life have not erased the kindness of this child.

"Don't talk nonsense. Your Grandma Chen is very kind. This corn flour was given to our family by Grandma Chen's son."

When Zhao Degui came back, he was busy preparing porridge. He indeed did not explain where the food came from because he was hungry.

The hunger made him not want to say a word.

Now it has finally slowed down.

It was all thanks to Mrs. Chen's son, who was a city dweller and had a ration of food.

This is the scene that Chen Jianghe, his mother, and Xiao Duoduo saw when they arrived at Uncle Zhao's house:

A little girl in her teens followed behind Zhao Degui, helping to feed soup and porridge to the people lying down.

I added water twice in the middle...

A woman and a child of eight or nine were lying on the kang in the room, and a farmer about the same age as Zhao Deren was lying on the ground.

The situations of these people are similar to that of Chen's mother two days ago.

The whole body is swollen, and there are lumps of flesh when you press on them.

"Uncle, please bring me all the leftover cornmeal later."

Chen Jianghe couldn't pretend to turn a blind eye, these were human lives.

Moreover.

He still has the energy to help.

As long as the cheating is not too obvious, no one will care how the food is transported.

When Zhao Degui saw that Mrs. Chen was able to walk, he knew it was not a last gasp.

When Chen Jianghe said that he still had food, he became even more motivated.

"Hey! I'm going right now!"

As he said this, he handed the pot to his daughter and was about to go out.

"No, Uncle, don't be anxious!"

Chen Jianghe was confused. All the things were in his space. It would be strange if Zhao Degui could find the things when he went to Zhao Qing's house now!

"I locked the door when I came out just now."

"Just come and get it after we get back. I said I'll give it to you and I won't go back on my word."

I didn't mention giving the key to the person. I just wanted to calm the person down first.

"Okay, look at me, I'm just thinking about cooking a few pots of rice..."

Zhao Degui rubbed his hands embarrassedly. Food is now hard currency. Before, they had to have food coupons to buy food, but now they have coupons but no food.

What's more, they didn't have many food coupons.

This farmer didn't even think about how Chen Jianghe transported the grain here, he just thought that others had the ability.

This is also a kind of survival wisdom of the older generation: don't ask too many questions.

Because sometimes the more you know, the more troublesome it becomes, because you can't change anything.

But Zhao Qingmiao had not inherited this from her father, so she was immediately curious: "Dad, how come Uncle Chen has food?"

Although the voice is low, everyone has ears.

Mother Chen glanced at herself.

Coming to Zhaojiazhuang from Sijiucheng, the son must have emptied out all his family’s savings to collect that much food.

Chen Jianghe didn't care.

Nowadays, when people travel far away, rich people just bring some money and food coupons with them and eat wherever they go.

Those who had no money carried food rations, and some even carried Guanyin soil.

"Don't ask nonsense questions, kid. If it weren't for your Uncle Chen, we would have to go down to see your grandmother sooner or later!"

Zhao Degui interrupted his daughter, and the casserole in his hand was empty.

Zhao Deren and his family should not die for the time being. I saw light in their eyes after drinking some porridge.

Chen Jianghe certainly didn't mind being a messenger of light, so he immediately said:

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, I will go back tomorrow and try to get you some more food."

"I will take Xiao Duoduo away. My mother will take care of her from now on."

When Zhao Degui heard that they wanted to take Duoduo away, he agreed immediately.

It can't be that life in the city is harder than here!

If he wasn't afraid that Chen Jianghe would dislike him, he really wanted to send his two children over as well.

It's okay to do some work and earn a living!

It would be best if their whole family, as well as the third brother's family, all went with them...

Zhao Laoer was, after all, an honest and simple farmer, and he was too embarrassed to speak even though he was thinking about it.

Others helped them because they were kind-hearted.

If he takes the opportunity to curry favor with others, or even drags his entire family along with him, wouldn't that be a lack of conscience?

Now Chen Jianghe has given them life-saving rations, which is enough.

"That's good! Xiaoduo will live a good life in the future." Zhao Degui said this sincerely.

When Chen Jianghe and his friends returned to Zhao Qing's house, he asked Chen's mother and Duoduo to pack their luggage, and he went to the kitchen.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to this side, he took out twenty kilograms of corn flour mixed with a large amount of soybean powder from the bag, as well as a bag of white sugar.

After putting everything in the kitchen, he went to the yard and dug out the Artemisia argyi and Plantago seeds from under the pile of debris.

It’s no wonder Duoduo didn’t dig up all the grass roots on the land before. The pile of broken bricks, stones and wood would take a while to move.

"Uncle Chen!"

Chen Jianghe had just dug out all the herbs when he heard someone shouting outside.

The person who came was Zhao Qingmiao whom I had just met, and behind her was a little boy of eight or nine years old.

"Sister Qingmiao, Brother Xianglei."

Duoduo ran over and took out two pieces of Mickey Mouse candies, giving two to each of them.

In Duoduo's eyes, this was a good thing that saved her grandma, yet she gave it directly to the two of them.

It can be seen that these two kids must have helped Duoduo and Chen's mother a lot.

"Thank you Duoduo."

The two children recognized it as candy at a glance. They had seen other children eating it when they went to the county town before, but the packaging was a little different.

"Uncle Chen, my father is helping to cook porridge at home, so Xianglei and I should come over to get the food first."

Zhao Qingmiao did not forget his mission.

Her father took the clay pot back from his third uncle's house, and now both pots are used to cook porridge!

Chen Jianghe took out the things he had placed in the kitchen beforehand.

Although Zhao Xianglei remained silent, he still knew how to help his sister when taking things, and he just carried them directly.

This bag is really heavy...

"Qingmiao, boil these herbs in water and drink them to quickly reduce swelling. You can take them back."

Zhao Qingmiao and his sister didn't expect that this trip would be so fruitful, not only getting food, but a lot of it.

In addition, there is also a pound of white sugar that is not available for purchase.

Uncle Chen actually knows medicine and has prepared all the herbal medicines for treating edema!

There is really no need to boil the medicine separately!

Just chop the herbs into pieces and cook them with porridge to drink. There won’t be any residue left and it’s still filling!

After seeing off the Zhao siblings, it was almost time for dinner.

"Uncle, we gave the food to Sister Qingmiao's family. Do we have anything to eat?"

But Duoduo saw that veins on Zhao Xianglei's head were bulging and he was shaking.

It can be seen how much food rations my uncle gave out.

But she didn't say anything at that time. She asked after the people left. It was heartbreaking to see how sensible she was at such a young age.

"We still have food, and we'll be leaving tomorrow morning, so we won't have much to eat."

"Besides, there is food to eat in our new home, and it's white flour."

"From now on, Duoduo will eat white flour every day."

As Chen Jianghe spoke, he brought the enamel jar to the table, which still contained steaming millet porridge.

This time no salt was added, there were three salted eggs, served with white flour and millet porridge.

That's enough.

One side of the bag was deflated.

I have almost finished building these few days.

handy.