Putting aside the speculation in my mind, I ignored Lian Xiaomin and decided to deliver the things first.

They relied on the fact that they were only in Sandaogou, that the team leader Wang Kui was a good man, and that all the village cadres were good people, so they were not afraid if anyone saw them delivering food to the people in the cowshed.

I knocked gently on the door of the fourth room, and Yan Chengan’s wife Li Shuxian opened the door.

The two of them tacitly said nothing. Lian Xiaomin stepped into the house, closed the door, and then said softly, "Auntie, Uncle Yan, today is New Year's Day. I'll bring you some food."

As he spoke, he gently took out the top cloth bag in the basket, which contained fifty eggs and two bags of milk powder, and handed it to the other person.

He took out two aluminum lunch boxes, which were filled with stewed pork elbows.

They will definitely share their food with other teachers living in the cowshed, so this is not much.

Finally, he took out a 50-jin bag of flour and 5-jin of millet from the basket and placed them on the floor.

Yan Chengan carried the lunch box and he and his wife kept thanking Lian Xiaomin in a low voice for her care.

Lian Xiaomin saw that Dean Yan used to be quite tall, but now his back was a little hunched, and his thin body made people feel a little sorry for him.

He was kind-hearted. Since there was no doctor in the village, several elderly people who had incurable illnesses secretly came to Yan Cheng'an for treatment.

After all, he was the director of Shanghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and he is also a famous doctor.

However, his own body didn't look very good.

"Uncle Yan, you have to eat more nutritious food and don't let the Haixia sisters worry. You can eat as much white flour as you want. I will send you another batch before New Year's Eve."

These intellectuals, who have encountered such a great setback and have been labeled, are mostly overthinking, which will eventually lead to poor stomach function.

Eating more pasta is good for your stomach.

She casually took out a bag of brown sugar and two small ginsengs that were less than ten years old from her bag and put them in Li Shuxian's hands, asking her to keep them for nourishment.

There are quite a few ginsengs planted in this thing's space. Although the magical tonic pill cannot be made, ginseng is still ginseng, a good stuff.

The couple looked at the ginseng stuffed in their hands and their eyes widened in surprise... Once again, they thanked Xiaomin for her concern and were very grateful.

Without the help of this girl, I really don’t know what would have happened to the Yan family!

Lian Xiaomin didn't say anything more. She only stayed for about five or six minutes, then immediately went out and left with brisk steps.

Before leaving, she released her mental power to take a quick look to see if Tan Rushong, who was hiding in the woods, was still there.

Don't blame her for thinking too much. She doesn't care what Tan Zhiqing wants to do or who he takes care of.

Wasn’t there a spy named Yu Lei who worked at the educated youth camp back then? He has now suffered from sequelae.

What if there are more spies? We must not lose our vigilance.

But when he took a closer look, he discovered that there was another child in the woods besides Tan Rushong!

It was a little boy of six or seven years old, with a chubby face. Not only was his body dirty, but his jacket was covered with patches, making him look like a beggar. At this moment, he was crying with snot and tears.

I saw Tan Rushong squatting behind a big tree, taking out a piece of cloth and wiping the little boy's tears.

The child continued to sob and then simply threw himself into the arms of the person in front of him.

"Third brother...you can't leave me...wuwu...he, they beat me hard! They didn't even let me eat, and they kept beating me. I don't want to go back..."

The little boy sobbed and told about his grievances.

Tan Rushong's eyes were also filled with tears. Looking at the expression on his face, he felt heartbroken and tried hard to coax the little guy.

"Bao Gen, be good. How could Third Brother not want you? You've come here, haven't you?"

"... Let's not go back. I've found a cave in Daqing Mountain. Let's go there to warm up first. Take a look at your favorite roasted sweet potatoes. I'll heat them up and give you two pieces to eat!"

When the child heard that he couldn't go back, his round eyes immediately filled with light.

"Third brother, you always give me food. What do you eat? If you are not full, you can't work. Baogen won't eat..."

Tan Rushong picked him up and walked towards the back of the mountain, saying as he walked: "It's okay. Now you don't have to work. Brother doesn't need to eat so much food..."

Lian Xiaomin could use her mental power to see the young man's face. He was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a look of great sadness.

It's so cold, why is he hiding in a cave? It seems that he can't bear to let this little brother go back to a certain family...

She recalled that during the autumn harvest, Tan Zhiqing went to work while sick and cut his finger with the sickle. Later, when he had a high fever, Yan Jing and Bai Hui came to her to exchange pills...

The other person walked quite fast and soon disappeared into the woods.

Lian Xiaomin turned around and walked towards Ma Cheng's house to pick up the two little kids to have lunch at their aunt's house.

When they arrived at their aunt's house, the two little kids ran into the house to play with their sister Xiaofeng.

Lian Xiaomin went to the kitchen and saw that Yufang had stewed a big goose. It was her favorite goose stewed in an iron pot!

Wow, it smells so good, the one who knows me best is Yufang~

"Xiaomin is here! Everything will be ready soon, just go in and wait~"

"Okay, Yufang, I'll go in first and wait to eat the goose."

Lian Xiaomin came into the house and Lian Qiuping was putting the rice on the table.

Zhang Dacui brought a basin of warm water and helped the children wash their hands one by one.

"Sister~Sister~"

Sanbao was the first to shout, and broke free from his grandmother's grasp on his freshly washed hands. He ran over from the kang and threw himself into Lian Xiaomin's arms, asking her to hold him.

"Sanbao, have you washed your hands?"

"Wash yourself! Sister, why didn't you come to see me for a few days? I missed you so much~"

This little guy, who is about to turn three, likes to stick to Lian Xiaomin even more than the youngest Dun Dun, and his little mouth looks as if it is covered with honey.

He is the youngest of triplets and was the one who cried the most when he was a baby. But he stopped crying as soon as Lian Xiaomin held him. It really is true that there is always someone who can conquer you.

Lian Xiaomin picked him up and carried him to the dining table to sit down.

"It's time to eat, I won't give you any candy, put away your little thoughts, do you miss me or do you want candy~"

Haha, this kid's mind is as smart as a lotus root. Don't think I can't guess it.

There are too many children at home, and the adults have to take care of their meals. Although everyone except Dun Dun can eat by themselves, they still have to pick up food for them from time to time.

Lian Xiaomin was in charge of Xiaoya and Sanbao and sat on their side.

The main dish of "stewed goose" was served, and the kang table was filled with pots of hot dishes.

In addition to stewed goose, there is also stewed pork ribs with sauerkraut, and there are two stir-fried dishes, scrambled eggs and lamb meatballs.

These are the wild goats that Lian Xiaomin encountered while hunting before, and she stockpiled several of them.

A few days ago, a lamb was brought here, and Li Xianghai prepared it overnight.