“Uncle, at nine o’clock in the evening, the food will be placed in a small woods more than two miles away from our village.

When the time comes, we can just bring the mountain products and food over there."

"Okay, okay! With this food, we should be able to hold out until the autumn harvest."

When Zhang Xiangyang heard that the matter had been settled, he finally felt relieved.

There are very few people with other surnames in Zhangzhuang. Most of them are surnamed Zhang, and they are all one family going back several generations.

The past two years have been difficult, and many elderly people have exhausted themselves in order to save food for their children.

Every time there was a funeral in the village, Zhang Xiangyang, the team leader, felt uncomfortable and often fell into self-blame and guilt.

Zhang Shuguang pushed the tricycle and walked towards the village with Zhang Xiangyang.

"Captain, Xiaoguang is back just in time. Go check on him. Zhang Chenguang and Zhang Shengguang are sitting in front of Xiaoguang's house and won't leave.

They said if they didn’t buy their mountain products, they would have to eat at Xiaoguang’s house.”

Militia captain Cao Ming ran over panting.

"I'm going to break their legs."

Zhang Xiangyang was furious.

Xiaoguang worked hard to get food for everyone, but due to a moment of negligence, someone unexpectedly showed up at his doorstep.

"Uncle, I'll go home first."

Zhang Shuguang rode his tricycle and quickly headed home.

"Grandma, stop hitting us. Our wounds haven't healed yet!"

"Grandma, we are all your grandchildren! Are you going to beat us to death?"

From a distance, Zhang Shuguang could hear the ghostly howling of the Zhang Chenguang brothers.