When the village officials looked at Tan Dingguo, Tan Dingguo nodded.
After all, those educated youth who went to the countryside all carried a lot of luggage.
The three people who were sent down to the countryside had nothing but a change of clothes.
We've been given all the food, but we don't have any cooking utensils or serving dishes. We can't just eat dry food!
Seeing Dong Dazhuang's honest appearance, the village official secretly gave him an extra old aluminum box without a lid.
With a broad smile, Dong Dazhuang took the grain and other items back to the cowshed. He first put the grain in the cowshed, then grabbed three handfuls of corn grits and put them into an aluminum box. After that, he took the jar and bowl to the river to fetch water.
Wash these things clean, then bring back the jar filled with water, place it on the stove, take out a box of matches from your pocket, carefully light it, and start boiling water.
After such a long car ride, I was not only tired and hungry, but also very thirsty.
If he were alone, drinking unboiled water wouldn't be a problem, since he's in good health and can handle it.
But the old leader's health can't withstand another bout of illness.
So, Dong Dazhuang first boiled some water for the old leader and Mr. Lin to drink, and also to wipe their faces and hands to relieve their fatigue.
When Ning Jing quietly arrived, the old leader and Mr. Lin had already finished drinking water, washed their faces, and were lying on the straw pile to rest.
Dong Dazhuang sat down next to a freshly filled jug of water and poured the three handfuls of corn grits into the jug to boil.
This stuff, as long as it's cooked until soft, is fine even for older people to eat.
The problem is that they're reluctant to use firewood, resulting in a burnt-out cake that's neither hard nor soft enough to chew, and it doesn't taste good either.
Anyway, he had just gathered a lot of firewood, broke off a branch, folded it in half, peeled off the bark, and made a pair of chopsticks.
He kept an eye on the fire, stirring it occasionally with a stick to prevent it from sticking to the bottom.
Ning Jing was still quite far away when Dong Dazhuang suddenly stood up and glared at her as she poked her head out.
Ning Jing, who was holding something in her arms, was startled. Luckily, Dong Dazhuang was just standing there staring at her.
"Uh... Hello, I'm here to deliver some things to you."
As Ning Jing spoke, she stepped forward, opened the package in her hand, and spread it out for Dong Dazhuang, who was watching her warily, to see.
Dong Dazhuang was taken aback when he saw the contents of the package.
Inside were more than a dozen eggs, a salted fish, a piece of salted meat the size of a palm, and a bag of rice weighing about three or four pounds.
After placing the contents of the package next to the stove, Ning Jing took out a paper packet from her pocket containing salt.
"Girl, who told you to send these over?"
After seeing these things, Dong Dazhuang couldn't help but look at the old leader.
The old leader didn't look at those things, but instead looked at Ning Jing and asked her calmly.
Ning Jing also looked at the old leader that Fu Hongxing had mentioned. Her impression of him was that he was about the same age as the retired old gentleman next door. Although his face was calm, the wisdom in his eyes could not be hidden.
She smiled sweetly and said, "My name is Ning Jing, and my husband's name is Fu Hongxing. He mentioned the old commander to me. However, it is inconvenient for him to come and meet you directly now, so I secretly sent some things over."
Upon hearing Ning Jing's words, a slight ripple finally appeared on the old leader's previously calm face.
Even Mr. Lin, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but widen his eyes and look the girl up and down.
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