To be precise, Huang Youqing was planning to pass this hot potato to Jiang Tiecheng.

Section Chief Xu is a close confidant of Jiang Tiecheng.

Jiang Tiecheng readily agreed.

Huang Youqing lowered his voice and said,

"You should be careful what you say. These people are here to receive re-education."

To avoid gossip, keep your distance, protect yourself, and do things discreetly in private.

Jiang Tiecheng understood immediately. He first asked for their names and then made a simple registration.

Upon hearing the surname Han, he immediately looked up and glanced at the people in front of him.

The elderly couple, frail and elderly, were clearly well-educated.

The middle-aged couple looked like they had once been in positions of power; you could tell from their imposing presence.

In addition, she has two daughters and one son.

They have two daughters who are already adults, one is 22 years old and the other is 20 years old, while their son is only 18 years old.

Jiang Tiecheng knew in his heart that these were very likely the Han family members he had helped before.

If he were a member of the Xu family and wanted to do the other party a favor, he would probably do the same thing, only doing so under his own nose.

Jiang Tiecheng quietly arranged simple dugouts for them.

He deliberately arranged for the old couple to live in the dugout next to his own, which was the same dugout where Chen Ruixue used to live.

Judging from their points alone, the fact that this elderly couple could generate 200 points for themselves proves that they must be remarkable individuals.

Now that we've received re-education, there will always be a day when we can regain our former glory.

This is like a gift from heaven, a timely help in need. We've been planning ahead and are just waiting to reap the rewards.

The old couple sighed as they looked at their dugout. It wasn't that the old man hadn't suffered hardship; his family used to be poor farmers.

But this dugout was clearly even poorer than the poor peasant's small plot of land.

They didn't dare bring much with them; the more they brought, the more conspicuous it would be.

I'm really at a loss right now.

Jiang Tiecheng didn't try to get involved at this moment; a person who wants to protect himself shouldn't get involved at this time either.

Otherwise, the elderly couple from the Han family would probably think they had ulterior motives, and a normal person's reaction at this moment would be to stay as far away as possible.

The Han family settled down, but everyone complained endlessly.

The two daughters of the Han family squeezed into a dugout. Looking at the dark and small house, the two girls hugged each other and cried bitterly.

The son of the Han family and the eldest son and his wife lived in a dugout, but the environment and conditions were what they were.

On their first day here, they were freezing cold all night and almost froze to death.

Winter temperatures here can drop to minus 50 or 60 degrees Celsius.

Although dugouts can keep you warm, they are made of straw, which doesn't offer much protection against the cold.

When Jiang Tiecheng led the educated youth to the brigade headquarters early the next morning, he saw that Old Master Han's face was deathly pale.

He was pacing back and forth outside the dugout, his hands in his pockets, clearly trying to increase his body heat.

The educated youth all heard that the newcomers also knew that these people were not to be trifled with, even though everyone was joking and laughing.

But when he saw Grandpa Han, he just nodded slightly, without saying a word, greeting him, or even trying to get to know him.

The old man sighed with emotion.

It's truly a cold and indifferent world; look at everyone, they're all so scared they want to stay as far away from them as possible.

But they must find a way to chop firewood during the day, otherwise if they freeze all night, the old woman will suffer a terrible cold.

After struggling for a long time, they finally managed to light the earthen stove just before dark.

The room was filled with smoke, making people cough.

The old man looked at his hands; he hadn't done this kind of work for many years.

Although they were born into a poor family, they had good opportunities and returned from studying abroad to serve their country.

These experts and scientists were reasonably well-paid; at least they never went hungry.

Moreover, the dormitory arrangements were very good.

Who would have thought that they would have to go to the countryside to use a traditional earthen stove? Both of them are people who have studied abroad and really don't know how to use this stove.

The old man watched as his wife choked and coughed, unable to breathe.

He had no choice but to help his wife outside to look around, even though they had made such a commotion.

But the curtains of the surrounding dugouts were all hung tightly.

No one peeked out or asked any questions.

These young people have silently isolated them from their lives.

They had been traveling for the past few days and hadn't had any food or water since arriving here. They had been educated in the county for almost half a month before being sent to the brigade.

I thought I would be able to settle down once I arrived at the brigade, but now I realize that the real hardship was just beginning.

There was no food, no firewood.

The old man was overcome with grief as he looked at his wife, who had been ill all the way there.

I've been coughing constantly, and at this rate, I probably won't last more than two days.

The elderly couple faced each other in the darkness, wiping away their tears.

Suddenly, the curtain of the dugout next door was lifted.

A young man came out, but instead of greeting them, he quickly walked into their dugout.

A short while later...

The young man returned to his dugout and carried a pile of firewood from the doorway to the house.

The young man remained silent and returned to his dugout, never to emerge again.

It was as if he had never come out at all.

The old man helped the old woman back to the dugout, only to find that the smoke had dissipated.

The stove inside the dugout was already lit, and steam was even rising from the hot water in the large pot.

There was a small cloth bag on the stove. When I opened the bag, I found that it contained golden-brown toasted bread slices.

The elderly couple wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes.

There are still more good people than bad; that young man was definitely helping them secretly just now.

In that case, they couldn't possibly implicate this young man.

The elderly couple did not thank them, but instead quietly went back. This scene happened so silently that no one noticed.

Other issues are manageable, but how will they solve the problem of food rations for their entire family now that they've all arrived at the farm?

This is a big problem; the production brigade doesn't provide them with any food rations.

The next day, the old man and his son sat in the dugout to discuss it.

Both men were tall, and the height of the dugout made them feel cramped, so they could only sit there and talk.

"Dad, we can't last long with the little food we have. I'll go find the production team leader in a bit."

The father and son exchanged a glance, both knowing from each other's eyes that their future was bleak.

When Han Zhiwu finally arrived at the brigade headquarters after asking around, he found the courtyard bustling with activity. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he could hear lively sounds coming from inside.

Huang Youqing is currently sending people to unload the truck.

The first batch of goods has been delivered, and this time we're bringing back the second batch of fabric.