She brought five catties each of rice and flour this time, and two bottles each of chili sauce and meat sauce.
It was made in the space and packaged in canning jars.
It should be noted that Song Lan not only brought chili sauce and meat sauce to the Xiao family, but also to Song Sanhe and Li Jumei, the parents, as well as Fu Wenhan and Li Guoliang and other elderly people.
"Thanks!"
Xiao Yu's gaze was unusually sincere. Hearing this, Song Lan laughed and said, "If we're friends, don't do that anymore. You probably don't know, but every time I hear you say thank you, I feel like I'm getting calluses!"
Her clear, smiling eyes moved toward Grandpa Xiao and his wife, and Xiao's father: "Grandpa Xiao, Grandma Luo, Uncle Xiao, please don't thank me again and again. It's fate that we met. Xiao Yu and I are friends, and you are his elders. So you are naturally my elders as well. There's really no need to be so polite with me."
Grandpa Xiao smiled and nodded, "Okay, Grandpa Xiao will listen to you."
Grandma Luo glared at Grandpa Xiao: "I told you not to keep saying thank you when you see Lanlan, but you kept saying it, and as soon as you saw Lanlan, you forgot all about what I said."
"Aren't you the same?!"
Grandpa Xiao said, "If Lanlan hadn't said those words just now, you probably would have been holding her hand and saying 'thank you' over and over again."
“Dad, Mom, you don’t need to talk back to each other. Lanlan always brings us a lot of things whenever she comes to visit. I think it’s only right to thank her.”
He never thought it was just politeness; it was the little girl's help that made them want to express their heartfelt gratitude!
"Uncle Xiao, what do you mean by taking it for granted? If I hear you say thank you again, I won't come here again!"
Song Lan was undoubtedly joking, but she didn't need the Xiao family to thank her again and again. Even if they were sincerely grateful, she didn't help them because she wanted a "thank you".
She just wanted to help, so she did!
Of course, Xiao Yu's involvement is partly to blame.
After all, as someone she knew, she couldn't ignore his struggles in his predicament!
"I won't say anymore, Uncle Xiao promises to keep his word."
Mr. Xiao responded with a smile and a gentle voice.
After chatting with the Xiao family for about ten minutes, Song Lan handed the baby Xiao Chen to Xiao's father and said, "I'm going to deliver the things to Grandpa Li and Grandpa Shen."
Needless to say, Xiao Yu followed along.
He helped carry the things.
...
"Child, you..."
Li Guoliang, Shen Lanxuan, and the other four elders watched as Song Lan opened the bundle and handed each of them a set of cotton-padded clothes. Their eyes were filled with tears, their lips trembled, and they didn't know what to say. In the end, Shen Lanxuan was the first to come to his senses, but after he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything more.
When they were brought here, neither he nor Lao Li and the others brought anything with them.
They only had one set of clothes on them, a cotton-padded coat for winter... It was something the village officials couldn't bear to see, so they borrowed it from someone else and gave it to them to wear, which is how they managed to avoid freezing to death.
Speaking of which, Shen Lanxuan and the others arrived in Shisong Village in the same batch three years ago in late autumn. In other words, they have spent three winters here.
Even though the village officials provided cotton-padded clothes, everyone was struggling these days, and the clothes that were given away were undoubtedly discarded by each family.
For example, clothes worn for too long are not only tattered but also stiff and not warm. When new cotton-padded clothes are made at home, people are reluctant to throw away the old ones, so they simply put them away at the bottom of the trunk. When village officials visit, they ask which family has extra cotton-padded clothes. If any kind-hearted person takes them out from the bottom of the trunk and hands them over to the village officials to gain favor.
Fortunately, there is not much farm work in winter, so there is no need to go out to work every day.
Otherwise, even if Shen Lanxuan and the others had cotton-padded clothes given to them by the village officials, they probably wouldn't have been able to get through the winter.
As people get older, they are more susceptible to illness if they don't keep warm in the dead of winter.
If this disease is not treated in time, whether one can survive is another matter entirely.
“This winter got cold early and is colder than usual. I saw your cotton-padded clothes drying outside before... they weren’t very warm, so I made one for each of you myself. It’s made of defective fabric and the cotton quality is so-so, so please don’t mind.”
Song Lan's words were a mix of truth and falsehood. On the day she treated Shen Lanxuan, she did see several cotton-padded clothes drying outside this thatched hut. And the cloth she used to make the cotton-padded clothes this time was indeed flawed, but the cotton was absolutely top-notch.
"You must have spent a lot of money on tickets, right?"
Shen Lanxuan wiped the corner of her eye and asked with a kind look in her eyes.
"I didn't need a ticket; I asked an acquaintance to buy it for me. The price was fair, and it didn't cost much in total."
Worried that the elderly people might refuse the gifts, Song Lan casually changed the subject. She pointed to the chili sauce and meat sauce on the table and said, "I made these myself. My family said they taste good, so I thought I'd bring some over for you to try."
Shen Lanxuan and Li Guoliang are all experienced and shrewd people. How could they not see that Song Lan was intentionally changing the subject?
"Thank you, child!"
A warm feeling welled up in his heart, and Li Guoliang spoke first. He decided to accept the cotton-padded clothes and trousers that Song Lan had given him, so that he could get through the winter days ahead before leaving Shisong Village.
As Li Guoliang's voice rang out, Shen Lanxuan and the others immediately followed suit and thanked Song Lan in unison.
"Grandpa Li, Grandpa Chen..."
Song Lan called out to Li Guoliang and the others, her bright eyes filled with smiles, and said, "You are not only my elders, but also my teachers. I'm just bringing you some things to help you get through the winter. It's what I should do, and you don't need to say thank you to me."
Besides, as the old saying goes, "A teacher for a day is a father for life." Since you have become my teachers, it is only natural for me, as your student, to take care of you in your daily lives.
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