An earthquake caused Jiang Shanshan's originally well-off family of three to transmigrate to the impoverished 1970s.
On the left was their son crying for food in her arms, and on the righ...
After hearing this, the three of them were silent for a long time.
Jiang Shanshan didn't urge the three of them. After drinking the last mouthful of porridge, he didn't wake them up. He stood up and left the main room.
When Jiang Shanshan was leaving for work, she met Wu Xiaotao at the village entrance, who was waiting for her there.
"Wu Zhiqing, are you here waiting for me?" Jiang Shanshan stopped and asked her with a smile.
Wu Xiaotao blushed and nodded gently, "Yes, Comrade Jiang, I'm here to give you something. My family has already sent the things you asked me to buy last time. These are them. Take a look."
When Jiang Shanshan heard her words, his eyes lit up immediately, "So fast."
He immediately walked over impatiently and opened the snakeskin bag in her hand. There were several stones in it, some big and some small. The largest one weighed about two or three pounds, and the smallest one was only as big as an adult's fist.
But even so, Jiang Shanshan felt very satisfied.
"Thank you. I really like these stones. How much are they? I'll pay you now."
Wu Xiaotao waved her hands anxiously, "No, no, these stones are worthless here. Just consider them as a gift from me to you. You've helped me several times, and I haven't thanked you properly."
Jiang Shanshan smiled, but still insisted on giving her money.
She knew that the conditions of being an educated youth here were difficult, and that little bit of money might be life-saving for someone.
It's enough for her to know that others have this intention.
Jiang Shanshan took out twenty yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into Wu Xiaotao's pocket while she wasn't paying attention. Before she could react, he ran away.
Wu Xiaotao was stunned for a moment and put her hand in her pocket. Only then did she know what was in her pocket.
When she raised her head and wanted to catch up, it was too late. Jiang Shanshan had already run far away.
Jiang Shanshan ran out of the village and took advantage of the fact that no one was around to quickly throw the snakeskin bag in his hand into the mall.
At nine o'clock, she arrived at the waste collection station on time. Before she went in, she ran into Old Man Zhong who was rushing out in a hurry at the door.
The two almost collided.
Old man Zhong hurriedly stopped.
Jiang Shanshan looked at him with a panicked face and asked with concern, "Uncle Zhong, what happened? Why are you so flustered?"
Old man Zhong was so anxious that his face seemed to have changed.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and grabbed her arm forcefully. "Girl, you and your man are very capable. Please ask for me if you know anyone who has ginseng to sell. No matter how much it costs, it's fine."
Jiang Shanshan glanced at his arm, which was tightly grasped by him. Although it was a little painful, he still endured it and asked, "Uncle Zhong, what happened? Don't be anxious. Talk slowly. I will find a way to deal with the ginseng."
Old Man Zhong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke slowly, "It's an old friend of mine. He was beaten and couldn't get out of bed yesterday. I'm worried he won't make it. He and I are both miserable people. We've supported each other for so many years. If anything happens to him, I suddenly feel like the sky is about to fall."
After listening to this, Jiang Shanshan took her arm away from his hand, patted the back of his nervous hand, and comforted him, "Don't worry, I'll find a way to deal with the ginseng. You wait here for me, I'll be out for a while and back soon."
Old Man Zhong raised his head, squeezed her hand tightly again, and begged her again and again, "Girl, you must find a way to help me get ginseng. I can't let anything happen to my old friend. I've advised him too much."