The uninjured villagers ran to their collapsed houses and searched for food, money, clothes, blankets, and even pots and pans.
Even a broken home is worth a fortune, and losing even a little bit hurts. Yan Xiaonan looked at the villagers scrambling around and felt somewhat helpless.
I have superpowers that allow me to quickly move these collapsed materials, but can I actually use them? Aren't I afraid of being burned alive like a monster?
This was the first time Yan Aidang had witnessed such a large-scale collapse of houses, and the first time he had seen homeless people weeping bitterly.
Watching them working in the fields amidst the wind and snow, the thought of building a house, the strongest and most sturdy house in the world, welled up in my mind.
In the face of disaster, everyone helped each other. For the first time, the villagers of Mushroom Village were so united. They worked hard all day and finally settled the villagers.
Those with relatives stayed temporarily at their homes, while elderly people living alone, children, and women lived at the school, since the school had heated brick beds.
The men lived in the village committee building. They had to work to rebuild their homes, but they were so poor that the snow had collapsed their houses.
Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice, and the village chief is also having a headache. The village committee doesn't have much money to begin with, and building so many houses all at once is really a stretch.
The village committee's loudspeaker blared, and the village chief was calling on everyone to donate money if they had any, and to contribute their labor if they didn't, so that at least everyone would have a home to return to.
Accountant Ma waited at the village committee all day, only to receive a few yuan from a dozen households, but this was the greatest act of kindness they could offer.
Yan Aidang found the village chief and took out his savings book. The village chief was shocked when he saw it. There were more than two hundred yuan in the savings book. Where did a young man in his early twenties get so much money?
Yan Aidang proudly stated, "That was money I had saved up for over twenty years to rebuild the homes of those villagers."
The village chief immediately summoned Accountant Ma, who was extremely excited. This money could build at least five or six houses, of course, the simplest kind.
Upon learning of the situation, the villagers rushed to the Yan family's house, knelt down in front of the door, and thanked their benefactors for their kindness, saying that they now had hope of rebuilding their homes.
Grandma Yan looked at Yan Aidang with kindness. He donated so much money without batting an eye. He really is a good child.
They called out to Qiangzi repeatedly, asking him to get two hundred catties of sweet potatoes and one hundred catties of cornmeal from the cellar, which they also donated.
They were all fellow villagers, and it was only right that everyone should help each other when one was in trouble. The Yan family became a charitable home in Mushroom Village.
Yan Erqiang had originally booked Ma Mingchun's oxcart to take them to the train station, but today's situation was special, and the oxcarts had all been used to take the wounded, so he had to walk to town.
Grandma Yan asked Cuihua to bring out a can of malted milk powder, five catties of pork, and ten catties of flour: "Erqiang, there's no oxcart today, and you can't carry too much stuff, so just take these back."
Yan Erqiang was very unhappy. The oxcart was gone, and the goods were missing. His older brother's son was so rich. Luckily, he hadn't given him any New Year's money, or he would have lost a fortune.
But on the surface, she still had to be all smiles and gentle: "Mom, that's enough. I didn't bring much back for you, how could I possibly take so much?"
Yan Aidang had already noticed the jealousy in his second uncle's eyes, and his mischievous thoughts couldn't help but surface: "That's right, how can you be so shameless? You're making a killing trading just a piece of cloth for so many things."
Cai Min lowered her head again, but inwardly she was laughing her head off. "Go ahead and curse me. You want me to cut off all ties with my family? How can you not?"
Yan Erqiang felt a tightness in his chest. He glanced at Yan Daqiang and said, "Brother, don't you care about Ai Dang? I'm still his second uncle."
Yan Daqiang's face darkened: "Aid the Party, don't you know how to respect the elderly and care for the young? It's such a trivial matter, why are you getting so worked up?"
Yan Aidang remained silent, and Yan Erqiang felt uneasy. No matter how he listened to those words, they didn't taste right; the implication was too strong—it was a veiled attack.
Yan Erqiang simply stopped talking and said to Grandma Yan, "Mom, I'll come to see you again next year. I'm leaving now."
Grandma Yan~
Yan Xiaoqiang spoke up: "Second brother, don't come next year. Our family isn't well-off, and we can't afford to have so many people eating and drinking at home."
Yan Erqiang~
He glanced at the basket in Yan Xiaoqiang's hand, reached out and snatched it away. It was filled with white rice, white flour, pork, and malted milk powder.
Yan Jun's face turned red. How could his father have become like this? It was so embarrassing.
Yan Xiaonan understood. A person who is used to being poor dreams of becoming rich. Even if he actually becomes rich, deep down he still retains the mindset of a poor person, and it is not easy to change.
Watching the family of four leave, Grandma Yan felt much more relaxed; she could listen to the radio without having to endure envious glances.
Wearing a new outfit shouldn't involve enduring the hassle of questioning. It's just a piece of fabric; why do you have to have it cut to feel at ease?
My second son must be hopeless; he's so short-sighted. I wonder whose fault it is.
After the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Dongnan was going back to work. Xuemei was packing her luggage when Liujin cleverly hid in the cellar, making it impossible for Xuemei to find him.
Grandma Yan felt sorry for the child, so she asked to keep Liu Jin. Dongnan was overjoyed, as she wanted to have a second child.
She deliberately stood at the cellar entrance and said loudly, "Xuemei, why don't you leave Liujin here? Nannan is too lonely by herself. It would be good for Liujin to keep her company."
“Okay, let’s keep Liu Jin then. Grandma likes Liu Jin too,” Xue Mei replied loudly.
Upon hearing this, Liu Jin carefully crawled out of the cellar and was finally able to stay.
Yan Daqiang looked at the little guy and thought, "How adorable! All the kids in the Xiaoqiang family are good, except for Bei Nan, who's a bit wild."
Tang Xiaoling hoped that Liu Jin would stay. She was already pregnant, and every day she would look at Yan Xiaonan and then at Liu Jin. No matter whether it was a boy or a girl, Liu Jin would be the most beautiful.
Grandma Yan is happy too. The family is growing in Southwest, and there will be more children in the family. How wonderful!
He quickly led Nan Nan into his room and had Nan Nan take out milk powder, malted milk powder, money and tickets, and some fine cotton cloth.
Tang Xiaoling accepted the gift from her grandmother with great generosity and said happily, "Grandma, I knew you wouldn't shortchange me."
Grandma Yan nodded. She's a magnanimous child who never fights or competes. With this kind of temperament, her children will surely be good too.
Xuemei got even more excited and went back into the house to find the six-pound swaddle blanket, clothes, and diapers she used when she was a child.
"Here, I've been keeping them all, just so I could give them to you after you had a child. My wish has finally come true."
Tang Xiaoling glanced at Xuemei's belly: "Sister-in-law, why don't you keep it for yourself? What if you get pregnant too?"
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