It turned out that they were afraid that I would be hungry, so they sent me some food. In order to prevent it from being inconvenient to eat, they made some simple dishes.

Aunt Xia told me to drink a cup of milk powder or malted milk every day, and write a letter after I finished it, and they would send it to her.

That packet is kudzu root powder. If you don't have time to cook in the morning, you can make a bowl of it. It has no taste! Or you can have it as a snack.

There were also instant noodles and canned meat. The canned meat was distributed by Uncle Xia from the army. He was afraid that she couldn't buy meat, so he sent it to her to satisfy her craving.

Song Jinxiu was very touched. It felt so good to have someone thinking about you.

Liu Ankang looked at these things and fell silent. He couldn't do any of these things now.

Even if it can be done, it is not that easy.

In order to show that she was not starving, Song Jinxiu prepared a lot of sausages, bacon, and rice.

Rice is hard to buy in Beijing, but Aunt Xia loves it.

Although I haven’t made any sausages or bacon in recent years, I made a lot of them in the past!

It's just like when you take it out of the space.

There are also various dried seafoods. Although this place is not near the sea, it is still relatively easy to buy them.

In order to prevent people from finding out the secret, Song Jinxiu specially put it in a small box woven from bamboo so that no one would know what was inside.

It is also drop-proof.

Song Jinxiu didn't know that her cautious behavior actually triggered a wave of imitation.

Everyone in the country knows how to weave, the only difference is some look good and some don't.

Using bamboo boxes to pack things is easy to carry, and is also drop-proof and pressure-resistant, making it perfect for sending things.

The days go by quickly and the New Year is coming soon.

Although this year has been very hard, everyone still wants to buy some things during the Chinese New Year to have a good year.

More or less always means something, and it also implies a good start.

Although private transactions are not allowed now, as the Chinese New Year approaches, everyone still turns a blind eye when farmers get together to go to the market.

Everyone needs to eat, and they just hope someone can sell some food.

It’s just that no one brought out food to trade, which disappointed everyone who came to the market, but they also thought it was normal.

Nowadays, who wouldn’t keep food for themselves?

Although they were all hungry, everyone was still enthusiastic and went shopping in groups.

I may not have bought much, I just wanted to join in the fun.

Song Jinxiu also dragged Liu Ankang out shopping. She felt that she had not seen so many people for a long time.

The streets are usually deserted. Is everyone staying at home and not going out?

It is true that going out, whether walking or talking, requires energy, so it is definitely better to choose to lie down at home to save some energy.

There's nothing to buy at home, I just came out to join in the fun.

After all, the things you buy outside now are not as complete as those in her space.

But when you go shopping, you definitely have to buy something!

Song Jinxiu bought a lot of small gadgets from some small stalls.

Song Jinxiu still felt compassion and used coarse grains when paying.

Looking at those pairs of skinny hands, what I received was just a tiny bit of food, but for others, taking it home might save their lives.

After receiving the food, the other party looked at Song Jinxiu with gratitude, then hid it silently and continued to sell his things as if nothing had happened.

Song Jinxiu looked at the other person with admiration. He was a small boy who was selling a bamboo basket broom that he had woven himself.

Almost everyone knows how to do these things, so he didn't sell any in the morning.

His cheeks were sunken and his hands were covered with small scars.

Song Jinxiu picked up two more baskets and said, "They're just a few broken baskets, and I just happened to have a bunch of wild vegetables in them.

It’s hard to find wild vegetables in the middle of winter, so you’re in luck.”

Song Jinxiu threw a handful of weeds to him, and everyone sighed when they saw it. Isn't this bullying?

"What are you looking at? They are just wild vegetables. Isn't it normal for some weeds to be accidentally mixed in?" Song Jinxiu shouted at the people around who were watching the fun.

We are all from the countryside, so when we encounter unruly city people, we can only endure it. After all, they are just a few worthless baskets.

So everyone turned their heads away and stopped watching the fun, fearing that they would be affected as well.

"No, I just have a few broken baskets and I'm losing so many wild vegetables." Song Jinxiu bent down and took back half of the wild grass on the ground.

No one saw her, but she secretly threw a small bag of food into the boy's basket.

The boy saw it, but he didn't say anything. He lowered his head and two crystal tears fell.

He has a sick mother at home, and instead of helping him, his relatives in the village add insult to injury.

His mother could have been cured, but everyone took advantage of his absence and took away all their belongings under the pretext of visiting.

As a result, he didn't even have money to buy medicine and could only watch his mother getting weaker day by day.

The food at home had long been gone, and I could only run into the mountains every day to pick some wild vegetables and fruits to barely fill my stomach.

If you are lucky, you can catch some small animals and exchange them for food.

It's winter now, and there are not many wild grasses, let alone small animals. I haven't eaten for three days.

Who knew that a stranger would lend a helping hand to him now.

The young man packed up and went home shortly after Song Jinxiu left.

"I told him not to come, but he didn't listen. Who would want that broken basket? Last time I went to his house to get two to use, he gave me a cold shoulder.

Look at this guy who was bullied by the city people and didn't even dare to fart." The person who spoke was from the same village as the boy.

"That's right, the broom at home was bald a while ago, and I asked him to lend me one but he acted like a deadbeat.

It's really bad luck, anyone can tie it. I saw that he tied so many, so I thought I'd help him use up some of the space.

I mean, aren't the things he uses from the village? What's wrong with giving them to us?" The two people who loved to take advantage of others started to grumble.

When the boy returned home, he quickly went to the kitchen to light a fire and cook porridge. His mother had not eaten all day.

He opened the package that Song Jinxiu gave him, and it turned out to be millet. He smiled, wiped his eyes, and hurried to get up.

He cooked a small bowl of rice porridge and brought it into his mother's room. He added half a bucket of water to it, and soon he could drink a bowl of water with a little rice soup.

"Mom, I'm coming in." The young man pushed the door open carefully. His mother was lying motionless on the bed, and she didn't even react when he came in.

His hand trembled a little, and he carefully placed the porridge on the table, then cautiously stepped forward to check his mother's breath.

There is still breath, although it is very weak.

He gently woke his mother up, "Mom, get up quickly, we have food."

He whispered in his mother's ear.

His mother slowly opened her eyes and smiled weakly at the boy, but she didn't even have the strength to speak.