"How are the elderly people at home in health?" Old Mrs. Feng asked Lu Fengshou.
"Since I went back last time and took the medicine, my legs and feet have become more comfortable and my eyesight has become much brighter. I have been wanting to thank you for a long time, but I never had the time." Lu Fengshou said gratefully.
Actually, there is another point. The family really can't afford to give something as a thank you gift, so they have been putting it off. He came today because, firstly, this matter has been delayed for too long, and secondly, there is a famine now, so he came to see if Old Lady Feng's family needs any help.
"Auntie, if you need any help at home, please tell me. I've been going to Daqingshan every day recently. If you need anything, just tell me!"
As he spoke, he took out the chestnuts he had picked up from the mountain and said, "I don't have anything else to give you, so a snack for Jiaojiao would be nice."
Lujia Village is a little far away, and Lu Fengshou doesn’t know the grain storage situation in Wangjia Village.
It was a token of goodwill, so Old Lady Feng accepted it as usual and instructed Shuixiu, "Take two bundles of dried vegetables and melons that you dried in your house this summer, and give Maodan two handfuls of peanuts to take back."
Shuixiu understood and took a small basket into the house, filled it with two large handfuls of dried vegetables and dried melons, a bag of fried peanuts and fried chestnuts, and a few handfuls of dried sweet potatoes, filling the basket in total.
Lu Fengshou sat for a while, then stood up, said goodbye and went home.
"Bring some snacks back for Maodan."
As soon as the small basket was taken out, Lu Fengshou quickly declined.
"We are right at the foot of the mountain, just a short walk away. You have to go so far and make so much effort. Forget it this time. Next time you come back, don't bring anything. Let Maodan come and play when you have time."
Lu Fengshou couldn't refuse again and again, so he had to cover up the things with a red face.
Fortunately, everyone on the street was carrying a basket, so the things in his hands were not noticeable if he covered them a little.
When I got home and showed it to Old Mrs. Lu, she was grateful and sighed.
"Old Lady Feng truly deserves to be a respected witch. We are increasingly indebted to her for this favor!"
Old Mrs. Lu still had a jar of black flour left at home, and these days she had been relying on a porridge made from wild vegetables mixed with the black flour. Fortunately, her youngest son, Lu Fengming, had not yet received his food coupons for this year.
The New Year is just a month away, and the whole family is counting the days.
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