But there was nothing I could do. I had searched all over town and couldn't find a single grain of food. Even if there was, it was priced exorbitantly, and I couldn't afford it.
Qiangzi just said how much it cost per pound, I think it was four cents a pound, isn't that incredibly cheap?
Tang Jianjun took a few steps forward and said to Yan Xiaoqiang, "Qiangzi, I was wrong. You decide what to do. Sell me some if you can, even just a pound or two. My daughter is just too pitiful."
Yan Xiaoqiang softened when he heard about his daughter. He, his mother, and his wife had already discussed it. They knew that trying to keep the food for themselves was impossible, so they would share it with the villagers, which would also be a good deed for the family.
There are about a hundred people in the village. If each person sells three jin, that's only a little over three hundred jin. Adding the village chief's one hundred and twenty-five jin, we'll give up five hundred jin for ourselves.
Yan Xiaoqiang said to the village chief, "Uncle, I'm also from Mushroom Village. My mother said she's willing to give up 300 jin (150 kg) to the villagers. Can you calculate how much each person would get?"
The village chief's gaze towards Yan Xiaoqiang was completely different now. This kid had already separated his own part, which was good, which put his mind at ease.
Pointing at Tang Jianjun, he said, "You, and two more men, carry three hundred catties of cornmeal to the village committee. Each of you should bring three catties of cornmeal and your money and bags to buy it."
Several men went into the courtyard, and the men from the southeast, north, south, and southwest brought out three burlap sacks. The men greeted each other somewhat awkwardly, picked up the sacks, and left.
The entrance was finally quiet. The driver shook his head and left, glad he had bought it early. Yan Xiaoqiang closed the gate, which he had now repaired to be very sturdy.
Xuemei and Cuihua were already busy in the kitchen. With so much cornmeal, they were determined to have a good meal today. Grandma Yan handed the bag she had been carrying on her back to Xuemei.
Upon opening the container, she found it was full of rice, at least twenty pounds. Xuemei excitedly took out a handful and went to cook rice for Nannan. Grandma Yan stopped her, telling her to cook more so that everyone could eat.
Xuemei disagreed: "Grandma, this isn't enough for Nannan." Grandma Yan was very pleased, and said with a smile: "It's okay, there will be more later."
Xuemei didn't quite understand, but what did it matter? She happily took the bag and walked towards the kitchen. Rice! It had been so long since she had eaten it.
Cuihua cooked the leftover meat from the New Year with potatoes, and the aroma filled the whole house. Bei Nan and Xin Xi sniffed it and wandered around.
Southeast walked up to his grandmother and asked, "Grandma, what did the doctor say? Is Nan Nan alright?"
Grandma Yan, who was secretly smelling the aroma of meat, was reminded by her grandson's question. She smiled and said, "It's nothing, Nan Nan is just too tired. She'll be fine after a rest." As soon as she finished speaking, she wanted to slap herself.
Sure enough, Southeast looked at him with suspicion. How could Nan Nan be tired? It's a bit hard to believe that a baby who eats and sleeps all day would be tired.
Yan Xiaoqiang kicked Dongnan and handed him the portion of cornmeal: "Go and take this to your village chief uncle. He can come back just in time for dinner."
Grandma Yan was satisfied; at least she had been clever for a moment. Yan Dongnan had no choice but to pick up the bag from the ground and walk towards the village chief's house.
Yan Xiaonan was awakened by the smell of meat. Her stomach rumbled loudly, and Cuihua quickly put a coat on her. The rice was mixed with meat juice and minced meat, and the little girl ate until her stomach was bulging.
Not only Yan Xiaonan, but also Southwest and North South were the same. Grandma Yan sternly stopped them from eating anymore, saying that their stomachs, which had been hungry for a long time, could not be filled up too quickly.
Just as I put down my chopsticks, the village chief knocked on the door. "We don't have enough cornmeal. There are 121 people, so we need 363 jin (180 kg) of cornmeal. We're short 63 jin (30 kg)."
Those who didn't manage to buy any didn't dare come to the Yan family's house. They could only sit on the ground of the village committee and wail. The village chief was very embarrassed. He suggested that they could take some from their own purchases.
Yan Xiaonan glanced at the village chief. "Hmm, he's a good person. He's so selfless even in such difficult circumstances."
Grandma Yan sighed: "Qiangzi, take the rest of the bag and give it to him. There should be 65 jin left. Give the rest to the elderly living alone."
The village chief almost wanted to kowtow to Old Lady Yan. What a good person she was! No wonder her granddaughter was so beautiful; it was all because she had done so many good deeds and accumulated so much merit.
They hurriedly left carrying 65 jin of grain. Grandma Yan told Dongnan and Yan Xiaoqiang to carry 100 jin of grain to Cuihua's parents' home tomorrow, as her family must be struggling too.
Cuihua was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes. What a wonderful mother-in-law! Although her daughter was a fairy who could conjure up food, she was already a member of the Yan family. How could she keep subsidizing her own family?
Yan Xiaonan felt deeply moved, because the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been a major problem since ancient times, but there was no problem at all between her grandmother and her own mother.
Grandma was strong-willed, but very reasonable. She handled matters fairly and impartially, and most importantly, every decision she made was absolutely correct.
My mother is very traditional in her thinking. She only cares about her children and husband. She is also a hardworking and honest person with a very gentle personality.
Southeast is like Grandma, Southwest is like Mom, and as for North and South, it's a combination of the two. As for myself, I'm unlike anyone else; I'm a soul from another world.
Yan Xiaoqiang's trip to the county town solved the urgent problem for more than 100 households in the village. Although they were eating only a handful of rice and a ladle of water, it was better than having nothing to eat.
Everyone in the village knew that the Yan family had grain, but they didn't know that the Yan family had given more than 100 jin to the village chief and 100 jin to Cuihua's family. In their minds, the Yan family still had 600 jin of grain.
Since they refuse to sell, let's find a way to steal it. A conspiracy against the Yan family is about to begin.
The leader was undoubtedly Widow Zhang, who was at odds with the Yan family the most, along with the old bachelor. The old bachelor also gathered some thugs, because Yan Xiaoqiang was just too good at fighting.
Widow Zhang thought of the little girl from the Yan family. She looked so small and was incredibly spoiled. The whole family doted on her. If they hadn't stolen her and abandoned her, the Yan family would have gone crazy.
The old bachelor hesitated. Stealing grain was one thing, but what did it mean to steal a young girl? But when he heard Widow Zhang say that it could be sold for money, the old bachelor was tempted.
But who can they sell them to? They're all dirt poor. Maybe someone will want a boy, but who will want a girl?
Widow Zhang knew, of course, that no one wanted the girl. She just wanted to steal her away and throw her into the mountains to be eaten by wild animals, but she was afraid that she couldn't handle it on her own, so she was just trying to fool them.
The old bachelor gave her a meaningful look. This woman was too vicious. How could she do this to such a young girl who couldn't even speak properly? It seemed that after this job, he absolutely couldn't have anything to do with her again.
It wasn't just the old bachelor who thought this way; those hooligans thought the same. One of them even thought that after they were done, he should just kill the widow Zhang to avoid trouble later.
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