He couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she let her eleven-year-old grandson be alone in this world...
"Aunt He, don't worry too much. There's water in the village now, and the millet in the fields can still be saved. We can still harvest some crops. Let's get through this period, and things will get better."
The villagers looked at Zhang Hulan in surprise. They were all surprised at how good Zhang Hulan was at speaking and persuading people.
Zhao Guoliang looked at Zhang Hulan and nodded frequently. Zhang Hulan was also a person Zhao Guoliang had watched grow up. She used to be a scoundrel. Although her temper was still not very good, she was more sensible than before.
Under Zhang Hulan's persuasion, He drank the wild vegetable porridge. Seeing that He had recovered, the villagers also dispersed.
When Zhang Hulan and the others left, they asked Shanzi to go to their home for dinner. Shanzi shook his head and said that he was full and wanted to stay at home with his grandmother.
After returning home, Zhang Hulan asked Zhang Hujun to bring two more Pueraria roots to Shanzi.
When Old Man Zhang heard that He almost starved to death, he sighed and said, "They are all miserable people..."
Everyone was very quiet during the meal.
Zhang Hulan was thinking about the situation of He and Shanzi's family. She also thought about what she heard from some villagers yesterday, that many families had run out of food. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, Mom, brother, sister-in-law, why don't you tell the head of the village about Kudzu root?"
"Now that there is water in the fields, the millet can be harvested in a month or so. My family should be able to make it, but some families in the village may not be able to make it."
"We have lived in the same village for decades, and we are all related to each other for generations. We can't just watch them starve to death."
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