Qin Fengying felt something was strange: what normal person would carry medicine with them at all times?

Suddenly, she remembered that during the apocalypse, her daughter seemed to have an extra personal space that could hold a lot of things.

After figuring out the source of Analgin, Qin Fengying didn't ask: after all, if this secret were to be discovered, her daughter would inevitably be arrested and dissected.

Although the cowshed was in a remote location, it wasn't deserted.

Therefore, Qin Fengying did not take the things from Ruan Miaomiao's hands, and solemnly and subtly instructed her: "Miaomiao, there are some things that you should not tell anyone except yourself, not even your parents, not even me."

Also, remember, don't call me Mom anymore, call me Aunt Fengying.

"mom……"

Hearing Qin Fengying's words of advice, Ruan Miaomiao's eyes reddened even more: only parents would care so much about their children's safety.

She knew that the other person was saying these things for her own good.

If my current actions fall into the eyes of those with ulterior motives, even with the support of the Ruan family, I'm afraid I won't get away with it.

"Aunt Fengying!"

Qin Fengying stared intently at Ruan Miaomiao and gave instructions.

Sensing her mother's domineering attitude, Ruan Miaomiao could only choke out, "Aunt Fengying..."

Hearing her daughter call her that, Qin Fengying felt a pang of heartache.

But as long as her daughter is alright, she's willing to do anything for her, let alone just a title.

“M…Aunt Fengying, here’s some crispy pork and boiled eggs that I made myself. And here’s some brown sugar and a can of malted milk powder. Keep these to nourish yourselves.”

Ruan Miaomiao glanced at it a few times; the shack was so small that there was nowhere to hide anything.

However, she believed that Qin Fengying would definitely have a solution.

Holding the things her daughter had prepared, Qin Fengying's tears flowed uncontrollably: this was flesh and blood of her own flesh, and now she knew how to feel sorry for her in return.

Her daughter felt sorry for her, and she felt sorry for her daughter too.

"Miaomiao, go back quickly and don't come here again, lest someone finds out and it's bad for you!"

Ruan Miaomiao didn't dare to stay any longer, afraid of being seen. After taking another look at the situation in the shack, she reluctantly left and hurried back to the village under the cover of night.

I arrived with trepidation in my heart and hurried steps.

On the way back, I felt satisfied and my steps were steady.

Regardless, in Jianshan Brigade, besides seeking revenge on the male and female protagonists and those who had bullied the original owner, Ruan Miaomiao had new concerns and new hopes.

Huddled under the straw curtain of the shack, Qin Fengying watched her daughter walk away, wiped away her tears, took two pieces of Analgin, five pieces of crispy pork and two boiled eggs, and walked towards Old Zheng's shack.

She and her husband both traveled from the post-apocalyptic world and knew a little about this history. They knew that as long as they endured these few years, many wronged people would be exonerated.

Zheng is a senior and well-connected person. If she were to be reinstated, it would be a great help to both her and her husband.

In particular, now that she knows her daughter has also traveled through time, she naturally wants to make some plans for her daughter.

Besides, without Mr. Zheng's help, she and her husband might not be alive today.

Both morally and logically, the aminopyrine in our possession must be given away.

"Cough cough..."

Just as we approached Zheng Laowopeng, we heard a coughing sound.

The cough sounded weak and feeble, as if the person coughing might close their eyes at any moment.

Why are you here?

As soon as the straw curtain of Zheng's shack was pushed open, Sun Deming, who was already used to the dim light, immediately recognized the person standing at the door as his wife, Qin Fengying.

Grandma Zheng also recognized Qin Fengying, sighed, and advised:

"Fengying, go and rest. Tomorrow we still have to shovel out the cow dung in the cowshed. There's still a lot of work to do!"

Lying in bed, already delirious with fever, Old Zheng weakly looked at Qin Fengying, opened his pale lips, and said feebly:

"This old man is no longer useful, you all must live on!"

Upon hearing this, all three people in the shack felt a lump in their throats, and Old Mrs. Zheng turned her back and began to sob softly.

Seeing this, Qin Fengying felt even more heartbroken.

Walking to Old Zheng's bedside, he handed the pills to Sun Deming: "This is Analgin. Old Zheng is having difficulty swallowing. Please grind it into powder and give it to him."

Upon hearing his wife's words, Sun Deming was instantly shocked and repeatedly asked, "Where did you get this?"

"Don't worry about it for now, I'll tell you when we get back. Anyway, the way we came is safe!"

Qin Fengying patted Sun Deming reassuringly, then walked straight to Old Madam Zheng's side, picked up the chipped earthenware jar from the ground, poured some water into it, threw in the few pieces of crispy pork she had brought, and placed it on the smoldering fire.

Seeing that the fire was about to go out, Qin Fengying added a few more thin pieces of firewood.

Sun Deming and Old Mrs. Zheng were already shocked by Qin Fengying's actions. First, they took out the life-saving medicine, and then they took out the crispy pork.

These were things that those of them, who had lived in the cowshed for several years, had never seen before.

"phoenix……"

Sun Deming wanted to ask, but remembering his wife's words, he could only swallow his words and start grinding the pills into powder to feed Old Zheng.

As Old Mrs. Zheng watched Qin Fengying use a twig to stir the crispy pork in the earthenware pot into a paste, tears streamed down her face silently.

She knew these things were hard-won, but she was selfish; she also wanted her old man to be well.

"You, you eat. I'm an old man, I don't need to eat these."

After taking his medicine, Old Zheng saw the stewed pork served in front of him and waved his hand weakly: "I'm so old, I might as well die. It's rare to have something good, so I'll save it for the younger ones."

At least let the old lady have a couple of bites.

The three people in the shack instantly understood what Old Zheng meant. Qin Fengying handed the feeding to Sun Deming and whispered:

"Old Zheng, I still have some left. I'll bring you some more tomorrow. You can have some, and there will be enough for your aunt."

As she said this, Qin Fengying took out two hard-boiled eggs from her sleeve and handed one to Old Mrs. Zheng: "Auntie, have one. If you have more energy, you can take better care of Old Mrs. Zheng."

Grandma Zheng held the eggs in her hands and cried even harder.

Following Qin Fengying's example, he gently tapped the ground, slowly peeled it, put it in his mouth, and ate it in small bites.

The bouncy egg white glided across her tongue, and Mrs. Zheng experienced a long-lost delicious taste.

Qin Fengying crushed the egg in her hand into pieces, threw them into the earthenware jar, and asked Sun Deming to feed them to Old Zheng.

After finishing his work, he went to Old Mrs. Zheng's side and put all the eggshells into his pocket, intending to feed them to the cows the next day to destroy the evidence!

"Fengying, what happened? Where did you get these things?"

The two stayed with Old Zheng for another hour or so, and after Old Zheng's condition improved, they returned to their shack.

As soon as he entered the shack, Sun Deming asked impatiently, his eyes full of worry for his wife.