"Sister Sun, excuse me for asking, you seem to really want to find ginseng, can I ask why?" Du Jiang finally asked.

Hearing Du Jiang's question, Nurse Sun shrugged her shoulders and turned around to sit on the bench. "Du Jiang, you sit down too." After Du Jiang sat down, she continued, "My uncle works in logistics at the retirement home. The old comrades there really need these things. But you don't have to think I'm so noble. I'm also doing this for money. You know my husband's family situation is not very good. My husband is bedridden all year round, and it consumes a lot of money. Although my father subsidizes me from time to time, it's a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

"Sorry, Sister Sun," Du Jiang said apologetically.

Nurse Sun didn't take it seriously. "What's there to be sorry about? This is the truth. If you ask around in the hospital and nearby, everyone knows my situation. I'm an only child, and I insisted on marrying a sickly man, and even drained my parents' money to support my husband's family."

Du Jiang had heard a little about Nurse Sun's situation when he came to sell medicine. Although he was very curious, it was her private matter after all, and Du Jiang didn't have the habit of asking about other people's private affairs. However, now that Nurse Sun brought it up herself, Du Jiang couldn't help but ask, "Why do you want to marry him? Given your situation, it's not that a daughter is sought after by hundreds of families, but it's not that bad either."

"Yeah, it's not that serious. It's a pity that those people are not him. Although I know that forcing him to stay is just making him suffer, I still can't bear to let him go. We were childhood sweethearts. Who could have imagined that the tall man who once stood tall and upright would now be so skinny that he lies in bed unable to move." Nurse Sun's eyes instantly reddened when she mentioned her husband. "He also knew that he was a burden to me. He begged to die many times. It was me who begged him, Du Jiang. He is a hero. He should have been able to display his talents in a wider world, but now... now he is paralyzed in bed. Even so, I still want him to live. He is my husband."

The choked words made Du Jiang feel a little heavy. She didn't know what to say to comfort Nurse Sun, so she could only reach out and hold her slightly trembling hands.

It took a while for Nurse Sun to respond. She wiped the tears from her face and apologized, "I'm sorry, I talked about so many personal things with you, and I delayed you from going to the finance department. Please go quickly, I'll sit for a while."

Du Jiang was still a little worried, but Nurse Sun forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid. I still want to grow old with him."

Although her eyes were still red and swollen, the strength on Nurse Sun's face did not seem fake. Seeing this, Du Jiang nodded, "You still have your father."

"I know, go quickly, otherwise it will be inconvenient to return to the village when it gets dark."

Du Jiang waved goodbye to Nurse Sun, feeling a little heavy-hearted. Nurse Sun's words reminded her of the wounded soldiers she had seen when she was with Du Que, their clothes stained with blood and their bodies incomplete. As expected, whether it was the era of cold weapons or now, war was cruel and ruthless.

After getting the money from the finance department, Du Jiang went around to the pavilion again. Looking at Director Sun who was sitting next to Nurse Sun, Du Jiang breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

This time, because he had accumulated a lot of medicinal herbs, Du Jiang actually got five dollars at once. He went back with a very excited step and his mood was a little better. Although the cold wind started to rise on the road as it was getting close to evening, it could not extinguish the enthusiasm and excitement in Du Jiang's heart.

When they were near the village entrance, Du Jiang put the basins and pots into the backpack, and they finally had a clear path.

However, perhaps because the weather was getting colder, there were very few pedestrians along the way. Du Jiang, who had walked through most of the village from the head of the village to the square and then to the end of the village, only met three or two people along the way. Well, now that the busy farming season was over, most of the people who were free were at home mending shoe soles, making winter clothes, or peeling corn, stringing peppers, and drying vegetables to prepare for the winter.

When they returned to the educated youth site, it was already five o'clock. Qian Meili was lighting the stove at the door. Looking at the black coal stove beside her legs, Du Jiang sighed. This thing is not easy to find, especially since it requires coal, which is a considerable expense every month.

"Hey, Sister Qian, who's cooking," Du Jiang was the first to say hello after expressing her feelings.

Hearing the sound, Qian Meili finally noticed Du Jiang entering the yard and said with a cheerful smile, "You're back. What are you going to eat tonight?"

"It's a porridge of wild vegetables, right? We used to dry a lot of them," Du Jiang said as she walked. When she reached the door, she saw Yu Chunxiao coming over from the aisle with a broom in hand. She was a little surprised, "Are you going to build it now?"

"Yes, I asked the village chief. It's the slack season now, and the strong laborers in the village will go to the next town to repair the canal next month. If it's fast, it will be done in more than a week. Anyway, I'm just building a big bunk bed, so I can fix it myself in the house when the time comes," Yu Chunxiao smiled with curved eyebrows, and it was obvious that he was in a very good mood.

"You seem to be in a good mood now, but you flattened the vegetable field." Qian Meili looked distressed when she mentioned the flattened vegetable field.

But Yu Chunxiao didn't indulge her. "Sister Qian, I have to level a piece of land to build a house. Besides, there's not even half a piece of land left for you to grow vegetables. What's more, you've harvested all the vegetables in the garden. Sister Jiang takes care of it all day long without saying anything, but you're complaining."

"How can you talk like that? Didn't I do it?"

"Oh my, you said that yourself, you have no idea whether you are in charge or not."

Seeing Qian Meili and Yu Chunxiao arguing, Du Jiang hurried home. The other people who were about to come out from the main house also retreated. There was no way to tell whether it was because of the aura or something else, but Yu Chunxiao and Qian Meili would always quarrel over trivial matters. Fortunately, although the two quarreled, they were still very harmonious to the outside world.

After returning to the house, Du Jiang put the backpack in the corner and began to check the row of vegetables and potatoes at the door as usual. Although he was groping in the dark, the leeks and onions were growing well, perhaps because they were well taken care of. The tomato leaves were green but still had no fruit. After checking them one by one, Du Jiang continued to plant potatoes. After planting all the sprouted potatoes in broken clay pots and dilapidated jars, Du Jiang patted the dirt on his hands and prepared to wash his hands and cook.

With the crackling sound of firewood in the stove, the hot water above also boiled. After Du Jiang poured the hot water into the kettle, he boiled water in another pot. While waiting for the water to boil, Du Jiang rearranged the shelves. Except for the money box and books on the top, the three layers of the middle shelf were empty, and the two layers at the bottom were filled with clothes, pots, noodles and other food.

Looking at the three empty layers in the middle, Du Jiang thought about buying some baskets for classification when the winter market started. This way it would be easier to put things in, avoid confusion and prevent them from taking up space.