"Got it. We can ask Xiao Yang for help." Everyone looked at the supplies that filled the entire room with worried faces, and Aunt Qian suddenly said.

"Didn't Xiao Yang tell us that we can go to him if we have any problems? He also told us not to be polite."

Aunt Qian is really rude. She would ask Yang Dongchen for help even for trivial matters.

An Jingzhi didn't realize it at first, but later he found out that Aunt Qian had her own wisdom to survive.

She deliberately asked Yang Dongchen for help in everything, just to see how sincere Yang Dongchen was, or to see how sincere the country was.

Yang Dongchen had indeed not let them down. Even if they didn't know where to buy a toothbrush or how to use shower gel, he would patiently help them if they came to him.

Everyone agreed.

"That's right, doesn't Xiao Yang have that big iron box? We can ask him to help us deliver it to the foot of the mountain."

"What big iron box? People call it a car." Niu Dazhu said.

"It's all the same," said Zhou the Hunter. "Let him carry us down to the foot of the mountain, and we'll carry it the rest of the way up ourselves."

Originally, An Jingzhi wanted to contact the truck himself, but what the listeners said was right. Yang Dongchen and his group had something to ask of him, and they also had expectations of Yang Dongchen and his group.

Upon receiving the news that help was needed, Yang Dongchen immediately mobilized a truck and loaded the supplies purchased by An Jingzhi and his team, leaving plenty of space.

There were other vehicles available for Niu Dazhui and his friends to ride in, but they were worried and insisted on sitting in the truck to guard the supplies they had bought.

These things are enough for the villagers to eat for several months, and if they are frugal, they can last for half a year. Niu Dazhu and his friends will never let the supplies leave their sight.

After trying to persuade them for a few times without success, they followed them. An Jingzhi and Aunt Qian sat in the car, while Niu Dazhui and the others stayed in the big truck.

The car was driving slowly, and when it was almost at the foot of the mountain, Aunt Qian suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, I didn't bring them a plastic bag. It would be terrible if they vomited in the car!"

The first time I rode in this car was a police car. Everyone was so panicked at that time that they had no time to feel anything else.

The second time was when Yang Dongchen took them to the university cafeteria. Everyone was also dizzy and looked around while suppressing the urge to vomit.

Later they saw cars pulling over.

The smell makes me want to vomit.

If they didn't have so much stuff this time, they wouldn't have thought of taking a car.

Aunt Qian was fine. She didn't react much to the car. Except for feeling a little dizzy the first few times, she was fine now.

Niu Dazhu and the others are the most prone to motion sickness, so it's no wonder that Aunt Qian is so worried.

When Aunt Qian thought that the food she had bought with great effort would be wasted by Niu Dazhu and others, she became extremely anxious. After the car stopped, she immediately ran to the truck and hurriedly asked someone to open the truck door.

Before he could say anything, Niu Dazhu and several others who were squatting on the truck immediately jumped off the car, ran to the sides, squatted down and vomited continuously.

Aunt Qian didn't have time to pay attention to them, her eyes kept scanning the carriage.

I breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing dirty in the carriage.

"Luckily I didn't throw up in here."

Looking at Niu Dazhu and the others still vomiting on the side of the road, Aunt Qian urged them, "Are you done? We have to carry the food up the mountain quickly."

Niu Dazhu and his companions endured all the way. God knows how they managed to get through it. They felt like each day was a year.

But I can’t vomit in the car...

If they really vomited in the car, not only would Aunt Qian beat them, they themselves would not let them go.

"Okay." Niu Dazhu said weakly.

He took the mineral water handed to him by Yang Dongchen and gulped it down.

Yang Dongchen opened his mouth and was about to say that this was not for drinking, but for rinsing the mouth. After thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

"Do you want me to help you carry it up the mountain?"

Looking at Aunt Qian who was in a hurry, Yang Dongchen said.

"No, no," she trusted him, but Aunt Qian would not agree to let him follow her to their lair.

"We can do it ourselves." Niu Dazhu also refused decisively.

Yang Dongchen watched as each of them carried a bag of grain that was taller than themselves, stacking one bag on top of another as they walked towards the mountains.

He opened his mouth and thought to himself: This group of people are really strong, no wonder they eat so much every time.

After waiting for three hours, more people came up the mountain.

These people were dressed in rags, their puddings were in pieces, and some were wearing clothes made of straw.

While they were looking at the new group of villagers who had come down the mountain, the villagers were also secretly observing them.

Aunt Qian directed them to carry the food, and immediately everyone's eyes were only focused on the food, and they could not see anything else.

Yang Dongchen pulled An Jingzhi over and asked, "Are they all from your village?"

"Yes, life in the mountains is difficult. Some people don't even have clothes. I'm sorry."

Yang Dongchen waved his hand and said, "It's nothing. You guys have pretty good craftsmanship. You can even weave clothes out of straw."

"It's all due to life's pressure," An Jingzhi said. "Thanks to your help, our current job is very good. I also bought a lot of fabrics and clothes this time, so we can all make a decent set of clothes later."

"It's okay, it's okay. You are people from hundreds of years ago, equivalent to our ancestors. Don't be polite."

The villagers who came down carried the supplies left and right and distributed all the supplies. Seeing everyone going up the mountain, An Jingzhi said goodbye to Yang Dongchen.

"Then we'll go back first. We will go to work on time on the 10th." An Jingzhi said.

After saying goodbye to Yang Dongchen, An Jingzhi also carried two bags of things and walked towards the mountain.

He was originally a scholar who was so weak that he couldn't even tie a chicken. After hundreds of years, the weak scholar is now stronger than an ordinary person.

All the villagers gathered in the open space in the village and placed all the things they sent up the mountain here.

After everything was gathered, everyone was as happy as if it were New Year's Day, and put all the things in a stone warehouse built in the village.

"We bought some food, some useful things, and some clothes. The clothes are the styles worn by people down the mountain. If you don't like them, you can use the fabrics we bought to make your own."

I bought cloth from the place Yang Dongchen recommended. There is no cloth sold in supermarkets or shopping malls. They only sell ready-made clothes.

"Okay, okay." Village chief Niu was counting the supplies while smiling from ear to ear.

I haven't seen so many good things in the past few hundred years.

White flour, bright white flour without any impurities.

There is also rice that has been husked cleanly and looks like pearls.

Zhu the witch kept staring at the milk powder without moving her eyes away.

Village chief Niu and An Jingzhi distributed the iron pots they bought to each household.

Everyone was very happy after getting the iron pot, and they treasured it so much.

Many families cook in clay pots on a daily basis. Those with worse conditions simply make a stone pot out of stone.