When the two men arrived at the door of Old Zhao's house, there were two people standing at the door.
Judging from her figure, she should be Old Zhao’s wife.
Lu Yuanshan patted his face and walked forward with a smile: "Thank you for troubling me. Here are five kilograms of food."
Old Zhao coughed twice and walked into the house tremblingly: "Come in.
My youngest son is not at home, so you can sleep in their room.
Quilts and stuff..."
Old Zhao saw Lu Zhiye holding a large quilt in his hand and said, "You guys brought your own quilts, so we don't have to worry about it."
The two old people groped their way to the room at the edge, and Grandma Zhao picked up a match and lit the kerosene lamp on the table.
The entire scene in the house was displayed before everyone.
The room is not small, but the table is covered with dust. It seems that no one has lived in this room for a long time.
The big kang was covered with a rag. Grandma Zhao climbed onto the kang, lifted the rag, and brushed it carefully. Then she smiled and said to the two people, "You guys take a rest... Is it you?"
Grandma Zhao's startled shouts startled the three people.
Even Old Zhao's hunched back straightened a little out of fright.
Lu Zhiye raised his eyes and looked towards Grandma Zhao, only to find that it was the person who blocked their way when they were transporting food before.
Dayu Village, Dayu Village, Lu Zhiye suddenly realized.
He smiled and nodded to Grandma Zhao: "Nice to meet you again, Grandma Zhao."
Grandma Zhao quickly got down from the kang, grabbed Lu Zhiye's hand, and said gratefully: "I came out of the hospital and wanted to thank you.
Who would have thought that they said you were out on a mission.
Thank you so much, otherwise not only my life would be in danger, but even our village would not be able to survive."
Lu Zhiye held Grandma Zhao's hand and sat down: "It's just a small favor, don't worry about it. I heard Dayu Village before, and it always sounded familiar, but it didn't match you, so I didn't dare to recognize it."
Grandma Zhao had tears in her eyes and she wiped them with her sleeves: "Since that incident, our village has also attracted the attention of the leaders.
Later, the county said that our village had the same name as another village.
So Dayu Village was changed to Dayu Village."
Grandma Zhao held Lu Zhiye's hand tightly and was unwilling to let go, her hands shaking with excitement.
She quickly said to her old man, “Hurry up and return the food to them.
They are our lifesavers. It was thanks to their help that we were able to get out of the police station."
Back then, their village couldn't make a living, so they intercepted the grain trucks, and all the men who were involved were arrested.
They really had no other choice, so the old woman took the women and children to the main road to beg for help.
In the end, the provincial leaders thoroughly investigated the matter and gave them a lenient punishment.
This allowed the whole family in the village to survive.
Otherwise, if we lose our strong labor force, how can the elderly and children in the family get enough food?
Lu Yuanshan didn't expect such a thing to happen. He sat on a small stool beside him and looked at Lu Zhiye.
In the past, he had only heard his father talk about how good Uncle Lu was. Now, in Lu Zhiye, he seemed to see the Uncle Lu that his father had described.
"It's so late, you haven't eaten yet, I'll go roll some noodles for you."
Lu Zhiye quickly stopped him: "Don't bother."
Who knew that Grandma Zhao stood up quickly and said, "What's the trouble? Wait."
Nowadays, if you can eat noodles and dumplings at someone's home, it means the host treats you very kindly.
Seeing her enthusiasm, Lu Zhiye didn't try to stop her.
Old Zhao quickly stuffed the food in his hand into Lu Zhiye's hand and said, "I can't take this food from you."
After saying that, he walked out quickly as if there was a flood or a beast behind him.
Lu Zhiye smiled helplessly.
Lu Yuanshan stepped forward and held his shoulder: "What a coincidence, isn't it? I didn't expect you to have such a legendary story?
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it was such a coincidence.”
Lu Zhiye shrugged: "I didn't expect that either."
About half an hour later, Grandma Zhao brought in two bowls of noodles with a smile.
“Write and eat quickly, and leave the bowl there when you’re done.
I will also make breakfast tomorrow, so go to bed early."
After saying that, Grandma Zhao closed the door with a smile on her face.
Lu Yuanshan looked at the white noodles in his eyes and pursed his lips: "This..."
Lu Zhiye brought the bowl over: "Eat it, and leave some food for them later."
When he flipped the chopsticks, he found two poached eggs under the noodles.
The poor farmer expressed her most sincere gratitude with her simple actions.
Lu Yuanshan also saw the fried egg under the bowl and tightened his grip on the chopsticks.
He could see that Grandma Zhao's family conditions were not very good.
These four eggs must have been saved for quite a long time.
Not to mention the two big bowls of thick noodles made from white flour.
The next morning, as soon as Lu Zhiye opened his eyes, he heard the voices of many people talking in the yard.
He quickly put on his clothes and went out.
The yard was packed with people, including the captain from last night.
When they saw Lu Zhiye coming out, smiles appeared on the faces of men, women, young and old.
Captain Zhao walked over quickly, grabbed Lu Zhiye's hand and said, "Oh, Comrade Lu, I didn't expect that you were the one who helped our village before."
Lu Zhiye was a little helpless. Is it the custom in Dayu Village to shake hands right away?
Seeing that Captain Zhao refused to let go, Lu Zhiye forced a smile and said, "Captain, you are too kind. There were many people who helped us that day.
We are just setting up a connection, and we hope we can help everyone.”
A short-haired woman laughed and said, "You are such a modest young man.
Here, these are some vegetables that my aunt dried herself. Take them."
"This is the pickled vegetable we made at home. Comrade Lu, you must try it."
"Tsk, Zhao Dali, the pickles in your house are all made by stepping on them, who would want to eat them?
Comrade Lu, we make all the pickles by hand, so they are very clean. "
The man named Zhao Dali glared and said, "What do you know? It's only when you step on it that it's chewy and tastes good."
After saying that, he squeezed to the front of the crowd and stuffed the jar in his hand into Lu Zhiye's hand.
Lu Zhiye couldn't refuse everyone's enthusiasm, so he could only focus on taking note of the pickled vegetables that Zhao Dali's family made with their feet.
Zhao Dali saw Lu Zhiye looking at him several times in a row, and raised his chin proudly: Just let him say it, there are still people who know the value of it.
Lu Zhiye and Lu Yuanshan finished their meal in full view of everyone.
Lu Zhiye took down a dozen cans of food from the car. He didn't want to take advantage of others.
He smiled and said to the people in the yard: "This is canned food made by our cannery. You can have a taste."
Everyone swallowed their saliva, this was something they had never even heard of.
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