While eating at Uncle Liu's house, she expressed her desire to go cut grass for the pigs, and Uncle Liu agreed immediately, saying he would help her arrange it the next day. Then, she could use the convenience of cutting grass for the pigs to go into the mountains and earn star coins, and also secretly find opportunities to observe what was going on in the cowshed.

After earning star coins in the deserted yard, it was not yet eight o'clock. There might still be people outside, so it was not convenient for her to go to the cowshed. Thinking that her parents in the cowshed might still be hungry, she could not rest any longer. She simply took a flashlight and searched around the yard. She found a few stones and built a simple stove. There was firewood in the yard. She used the clay pot and water prepared by Aunt Wang and cooked a pot of thick rice porridge. She added the peach cakes and mung bean cakes she had just prepared. There was no problem eating a full meal that night.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the clay pot containing the porridge had cooled down, but the porridge in the pot was still hot, which was just right.

Song Yun went into the house and woke Song Ziyi. She found a large net bag to carry the pottery jar and asked Song Ziyi to carry the snacks. She then took out a pack of candles she had bought in Beijing and two boxes of matches, placing them in the bag with the snacks. As for the other things, they would discuss them after visiting the cowshed. Right now, she had no idea what they needed or what she could take with them.

Fortunately, this deserted yard was indeed deserted enough, with no one living around, and it was late at night, so the brother and sister successfully reached the sunny slope where the cowshed was located.

Xiangyangpo is a small barren hill at the foot of Heima Mountain. When the cowshed was first set up, the villagers were ostracized and unwilling to allow the cowshed into the village. Later, they found such a place, which is a little distance away from the village but within the control range, and no villagers usually come to this barren hill.

"Sister, is that the place?" Song Ziyi started to breathe heavily after climbing the slope for a while. Fortunately, he soon saw a building in the shape of a straw hut in the distance.

Song Yun also saw it, and frowned tightly. A thatched hut like this might be fine in the summer, but what about the winter? It would collapse as soon as it snowed, making it impossible to live in.

The brother and sister walked quickly and soon arrived outside the cowshed. It was indeed a straw shed, but it was quite large. It seemed that it was divided into several sheds. I wonder how many people who had been sent down to the countryside lived there, and which room their parents lived in.

Song Yun was just wondering how to get in and what to say if she had found the wrong person when Song Ziyi walked up to a thatched hut and pointed at the door and whispered, "Sister, my parents must live here."

Song Yun was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Song Ziyi pointed to an old piece of clothing hanging on the door of the straw hut and said, "This piece of clothing belongs to Dad. I've seen it before."

Song Yun looked at the clothes. She couldn't see the color at night, but she could tell it was a classic men's shirt. She could imagine the living conditions and taste of the owner before he wore the clothes.

At this time, a violent coughing sound came from the straw hut. Song Ziyi grabbed Song Yun's hand, his eyes red, "It's Dad, Sister, it's Dad."

Song Yun nodded, without knocking, and reached out to push the door.

Indeed, the door was not locked. People of their status needed to be "educated" at all times, and the door was not allowed to be locked at all.

The brother and sister went in quickly and closed the door quickly.

The people in the room probably heard the noise and immediately asked in a vigilant voice, "Who?"

Song Ziyi got a signal from Song Yun and, illuminated by the flashlight, quickly ran to the only wooden bed in the shed and covered the mouth of the man sitting at the head of the bed. "Dad, it's me, don't shout."

Song Hao was startled when he saw the figure. A scream was on the tip of his tongue, but he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He was stuck and stared at the small figure in front of him with wide eyes.

"Dad, don't shout, I'm letting go." Song Ziyi released his hand from covering Song Hao's. With the help of the flashlight, he could see his father's face clearly. How could his father, who used to be so elegant and handsome, become like this now? It had only been a short time, but his father looked ten years older, thin and haggard.

"Ziyi?" Song Hao's voice trembled. "Why are you here?"