The situation in Xiangyang Brigade is much better; at least the village chief truly cares about the villagers' stomachs.
Not to mention that he got the award by sheer luck, Li Dafu didn't neglect the relief grain issue at all, and was busy running around doing things for it.
Niu Qian wolfed down his food, finally filling his stomach. Fan Yunyan had previously thought that he had only eaten a full meal after finding his second sister, but Niu Qian had only gotten some food after finding Fan Yunyan.
The village chief of Niuqian's village wasn't deliberately making things difficult for them; it's just that in his heart, honor was paramount.
For him, receiving relief food was just trouble for Guo Jiatian.
They should be self-sufficient.
If this were an era where people had no worries about food and drink, perhaps his enthusiasm would have enabled him to get things done. Historically, certain reforms have always required a group of steadfast implementers, which can be neither good nor bad.
There are clever people who strive to survive, and there are also those who sacrifice their lives.
In the tide of the times, they can be said to be people who go with the flow.
But for those who are starving and needing to be fed, it's cruel.
Fan Yunyan asked him, "What are your plans for the future?"
Niu Qian felt very embarrassed, unsure whether he should say it. He had been chatting freely earlier, but now the words were stuck in his throat.
However, the two words "borrowing grain" are so easy to say, yet they carry the weight of a thousand pieces of gold.
Although the Xiangyang Brigade was in a relatively better situation, it still relied on relief grain.
Fan Yunyan quickly guessed what Niu Qian was afraid to say, and without saying a word, he got up and took out a small bag of his own grain.
It's not that he's stingy, but rather that this kind of caution is relatively safe.
Niu Qian's eyes reddened, and he choked up, unable to speak. In the end, he could only say fiercely, "Brother, I will remember your great kindness."
Fan Yunyan laughed heartily: "What are you talking about... But let me tell you, I'm not afraid of losing face. I'm really grateful for my second sister's help these days, otherwise I wouldn't be doing well. I originally came here to take care of her, but she..."
As she said this, a feeling of happy indulgence unconsciously crept into her voice: "On the contrary, she thinks about me more often."
Niu Qian remembered Fan Yunyan's sister and couldn't help but smile: "I still remember those two cornbread buns..."
He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, don't say anything more. She's my sister too. Anyone who treats her badly will have to step over me first."
After Niu Qianli left, Fanyunyan welcomed another guest, a member of the Zhou family. In the past, it was Zhou's eldest aunt who came, but this time it was the Zhou family patriarch and patriarch, who came over, supporting each other shakily.
Unlike his initial worry upon seeing the cow, Fan Yunyan frowned. Although the Zhou family were relatives in name only, he didn't have a good impression of them.
Not to mention that my second sister didn't have a good life in the Zhou family, otherwise she wouldn't have lost face and been talked about to death.
Later, the Zhou family even arranged a disgusting marriage. Now, his second sister's importance in his heart has skyrocketed. So, learning from his previous experience of being hurt by the Zhou family members who had little affection for him, he rubbed his face, looking dejected. When he saw them, he showed a look of surprise and took the initiative: "Grandma and Grandpa, did you know I had no food and come to bring me some?"
Just kidding, how could the Zhou family be so kind?
They sent a letter to Zhou Xuehua, but Zhou Xuehua didn't respond at all. Seeing that their family was about to go hungry, they decided to come to Fan Yunyan.
This is the eldest son of the Fan family.
They didn't believe that the other side wouldn't be concerned, so they decided to ask Zhou Xuehua what was going on.
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