In the cowshed on the other side, six old men with gray hair and wrinkled faces were staring at Lin Lang who was standing in the middle.

Their eyes were full of curiosity and confusion, as if they wanted to find out something from him.

"Lin Lang, who is this 'who'? And what is this thing you are talking about?" One of the old men couldn't help but ask.

Lin Lang scratched his head, showing a trace of confusion: "To be honest, I don't know who sent this. But, in my opinion, the basket should contain food. I have already smelled the tempting aroma!"

After hearing Lin Lang's words, the suspicion on the faces of the old men became even stronger.

They began to whisper to each other, discussing where this mysterious gift came from.

At this moment, Lin Weidong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly nodded thoughtfully, and then slowly said, "Don't guess, let's eat quickly. I think this was probably sent to us by that girl."

As soon as Lin Weidong finished speaking, the other old men were stunned at first, and then nodded as if they suddenly understood.

So everyone couldn't wait to open the bamboo basket.

At a glance, everyone was stunned by the scene before them - the basket was filled with all kinds of delicious dishes, including fragrant geese, brightly colored shredded potatoes, bright red and juicy rabbits, and white and plump buns... Moreover, every dish looked delicious and made people salivate.

"Wow! This dish is so rich! I know it must be delicious just by smelling it!" exclaimed an old man.

Another old man swallowed his saliva and muttered to himself: "We old guys haven't tasted such delicious food for a long time since we were sent to this cowshed!"

Then, someone reached out and picked up a big steaming meat bun and took a big bite.

In an instant, the delicious meat filling and the soft dough blended in his mouth, and the wonderful taste made him close his eyes and revel in it.

Seeing this, others also started to join in and began to enjoy this rare feast of food.

For a moment, the only sounds in the cowshed were the sound of people chewing food and the occasional exclamations of admiration.

The seven people ate voraciously and couldn't stop.

There was a satisfied smile on everyone's face, as if all the worries and difficulties had disappeared at this moment.

On a night that was so quiet that it was almost depressing, the vast expanse of pitch-black night sky was like a huge, thick, airtight piece of black silk, hanging heavily above the village, as if it was going to swallow the entire village into endless darkness.

Layer upon layer of dark clouds, like a group of silent and majestic beasts, piled up in the sky, blocking the bright moonlight tightly.

There were only a few faint, almost negligible rays of moonlight, like explorers who had gone through untold hardships, struggling to penetrate the gaps in the thick clouds, and like thin silver threads, scattered across this silent land, outlining a hazy and dreamy outline for the village.

The dilapidated cowshed at the west end of the village, shrouded in the gloomy night, looked like an old man on his frail years, curled up in a corner, lonely and helpless.

Inside the bullpen, the atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. The tense atmosphere was like invisible smoke, permeating every inch of the air.

The dim light, restrained by the tattered lampshade, struggled to emit a weak glow, casting the swaying figures of several people in the cowshed on the surrounding walls, making their figures look particularly flustered and cramped.

Mu Xuejun paced back and forth hurriedly in the narrow space of the cowshed. His footsteps were heavy and messy, and every step seemed to step on everyone's tense hearts.

His brows were tightly twisted into a deep "川" character, as if carved with a chisel, containing endless worry and anxiety.

Beads of sweat as big as beans on his forehead rolled down like beads that had broken off a string, sliding down his weathered cheeks, dripping onto the dusty ground, and disappearing without a trace in an instant.

His voice trembled slightly due to his extreme anxiety, like a shivering leaf in late autumn: "What should we do if Lao Bai's fever doesn't go down? He has been having a fever for most of the night, and the high fever has not subsided. His internal organs are going to be burned. If he continues to have a fever like this until tomorrow, there will definitely be big problems! Maybe..." His words stopped abruptly, his eyes revealed deep fear and despair, and he really didn't dare to say the worst result.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look anxiously at Old Bai who was lying unconscious on the simple bed every few seconds. His eyes were full of worry and helplessness, as if he was a traveler who was lost in the darkness, longing to find a glimmer of hope.

Grandma Bai sat quietly beside the bed, like a solidified statue. Her dry hands tightly held Old Bai's hot hands, as if she wanted to use her own strength to snatch Old Bai back from the hands of the disease.

Tears kept rolling in her cloudy eyes, like a flood about to burst through a dam, ready to burst out at any time.

Her voice was filled with tears, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart: "Yes, how can I suffer this kind of suffering! God, please open your eyes..." Her body was trembling slightly, and it was the anxiety and fear in her heart that were mercilessly gnawing at her body and mind, almost drowning her completely in the abyss of despair.

Just when everyone was getting anxious like ants on a hot pot, spinning around in circles and not knowing what to do in this boundless anxiety and despair, Lin Weidong's frown suddenly moved slightly. He seemed to have suddenly grasped a life-saving straw. He stood up abruptly, with a firm and bright light flashing in his eyes, as if he saw a ray of hope in the darkness: "I'll go find that little girl. That little girl is not simple. The water she fed me that day was definitely not ordinary water. It was cool and sweet when I drank it, and it instantly restored a lot of my strength. Maybe she has medicine that can save Old Bai."

Thinking of the scene when Lin Zhiyue saved him that day, the magical spiritual spring water, and her calm and confident appearance, a spark of hope involuntarily ignited in his heart, and this spark quickly spread and expanded in his heart.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, as if they were struck by lightning, and their bodies froze instantly.

Then, their eyes were focused on Lin Weidong. First, a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes, and then there was sudden realization and deep expectation.

At this moment of confusion, anxiety, and despair, Lin Weidong's proposal was like a flash of lightning that cut through the night sky, or like a clear spring in a dry desert, instantly bringing a glimmer of life and hope to everyone. "This is the only way, Lao Lin, hurry up, the sooner the better! Lao Bai can't afford to delay any longer!" Mu Xuejun urged anxiously, like a powder keg that was suddenly ignited, his eyes full of expectation and desire, as if Lin Weidong was the only hope to save Lao Bai at this moment.