When the old man heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. He quickly put down the tattered straw hat he had been holding in his hand, rubbed his hands, and ran towards the big bundle.

He deftly untied the tightly tied cloth, revealing the clothes underneath.

When he saw the neatly folded blue Zhongshan suit, his brows were overjoyed. He carefully took it out, shook it out, and tried it on himself carefully.

Although the Zhongshan suit was a bit worn, the material was still quite crisp and the color was only slightly faded, with no obvious damage.

The old man is rather thin, so this dress, although a little loose on him, still fits him well.

"Oh! This material is really good!"

The old man, with a few missing front teeth, grinned from ear to ear, "It fits perfectly! It fits perfectly! I was just looking for a decent piece of clothing to wear when I go out! This is really... Thank you so much, young lady!"

As he spoke, he folded his clothes carefully, as if holding a treasure. Then he rummaged through the bundle, looking at the shirts and trousers inside. Although ordinary, they were clean and without patches. He nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

"That's enough! These are enough for the two of us old men to tidy up and spend the rest of the year!" He raised his head and looked at Lin Jianxue, "Girl, you are such a grown-up!"

Lin Jianxue looked at his overjoyed expression, and a strange ripple arose in her heart.

These things once belonged to the man who brought her endless pain and humiliation, but now they can bring such pure happiness to the poor old couple in front of her.

She smiled faintly and said nothing more.

Soon, the old woman came running over, panting, followed by two half-grown boys, each holding an empty hemp sack in their hands.

Seeing that her old man had already "grabbed" the things, she quickly joined the "mopping up" and stuffed all the bedding, pots and pans, and even some old furniture legs that were still usable in the living room into the sack.

Before long, the living room, which was originally cluttered with junk, became much more spacious.

The old man and the old woman each dragged a bulging hemp sack, followed by two young men who also carried small bags on their backs. They thanked the three people from the Lin family repeatedly and left with brisk steps.

Watching their figures disappear around the corner of the stairs, Lin Jianxue breathed a sigh of relief.

This can be regarded as the last "contribution" that Jiang Yuqi, Jiang Yuning, and Tong Caihe have made to the world in another way.

At least, the "garbage" they left behind can make this elderly couple who are struggling to survive happy for a while.

In any case, it is a good use of resources.

*

At noon, the rich aroma of chicken soup wafted from the kitchen.

Chen Wu stewed the old rooster he had bought that morning in a clay pot. He then sliced the grass carp thinly and paired it with homemade pickled cabbage to make a large bowl of steaming hot pickled fish.

Finally, a plate of green rapeseed was stir-fried.

Three dishes and a soup were placed on a spotlessly clean eight-immortal table. Although it was not top-notch luxury, it was a rare feast in 1976.

The little tiger had eaten and drunk his fill and had fallen asleep peacefully in the cradle, breathing evenly.

A family of three sat around the table in a warm and peaceful atmosphere.