Both Mrs. Deng and Deng Haichao wore patched clothes, but they were clean. When they talked about their son who died young, their faces showed sadness but they were not bald.
They're all pitiful people!
The next day, Wei Aiguo delivered several more kilograms of grain. Old Mrs. Deng was, of course, deeply grateful.
When Wei Aiguo began his mission, he lived a life of hiding and running away. Most of the time, he was dressed in rags, and when he went to buy food, even state-run restaurants wouldn't let him in.
Wei Aiguo felt sorry for the grandmother and grandson, so he bought grain and delivered it to Old Lady Deng's house. He would go there to get food from time to time.
For their safety, we'll send the baskets and food over today, and we won't go there for the time being.
Wei Aiguo sneaked into Grandma Deng's house under cover of darkness. He told her he was going out and wouldn't be back for a while, and that she should eat the food.
Grandma Deng's eyes welled up with tears again.
"Just hang in there, better days are coming," Wei Aiguo said.
Because Xiaoyan said that wonderful days are coming.
As life becomes more prosperous in the future, the country will provide a lot of support for the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled, ensuring their basic living needs are met.
Grandma Deng choked up and couldn't speak.
Deng Haichao tugged at Wei Aiguo's sleeve, "You have to come back! I'll be waiting for you in the alley!" The thin boy smiled brightly.
Wei Aiguo waved and left. Because of Yueyue, his heart had become exceptionally soft.
He couldn't ask Wei Aiguo to take care of or raise Deng Haichao forever. He had his own children and family to support!
But he believed Song Yan's words; the light was just around the corner. If he lent a hand, his child could live to see that day come—how wonderful that would be!
…
Wei Aiguo was like a vagrant, without any proof of identity. He would hide whenever he saw patrolling people.
He frequented flea markets and the black market, engaging in buying and selling.
Especially in the flea market, sometimes you buy, sometimes you sell. Although the profit isn't huge, you can still see that you're making money.
There was a man named Hou Jiu who used to be a regular at the secondhand market. He would buy and sell items, or engage in other swindling and cheating. He usually targeted laymen or people from out of town. The amounts he swindled weren't large, and besides, it was never something he did openly. Those who were cheated had to accept it.
In previous years, Hou Jiu was an activist, and no one dared to mess with him.
Hou Jiu is living a pretty comfortable life.
For some reason, things have calmed down in the last two years.
This year, he suddenly reappeared and started reselling things.
Having spent a lot of time in these places, he actually has a good eye. He can basically recognize good stuff at a glance.
Hou Jiu has been quite trustworthy lately. He pays fair prices when he buys things.
Wei Aiguo's mutton-fat white jade bracelet was sold to him.
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