Just because Chen Ming said he doesn’t owe anyone any favors, does that mean he really doesn’t owe anyone any favors?
Jiang He doesn't think so.
Without a certain identity and connections, it would be impossible to get these hundreds of kilograms of life-saving food.
Jiang He didn't say anything, but he kept this kindness in his heart. The warmth that he hadn't felt for more than ten years came so suddenly and so quickly that he didn't know what words to use to describe his feelings.
Chen Ming and Xu Aiguo were both very busy people, so they did not stay long after the goods were delivered.
Feng Qingxue brought her sister down the mountain with them, and said to Jiang He who was sending them down the mountain: "Go back quickly, don't send me off. As the eldest brother, you have to deal with all the brothers and sisters' affairs yourself!"
"Okay, Aunt Xue, Uncle Chen, Uncle Aiguo, take care!" Jiang He waved and watched them walk away before going back.
Walking at the foot of the mountain, Feng Qingxue said to Chen Ming and Xu Aiguo: "Brother Chen, Brother Aiguo, thank you for this time."
"No need to thank me. What is there to thank me for? Everyone is having a hard time. I'm just helping out." Chen Ming was unwilling to take credit for himself. "The leader of the farm often asks me to exchange some feed grain for food. We have a good relationship. I told him I wanted to save people, so he picked out these edible grains for me without saying a word. He didn't ask for anything else."
"That being said, when you have something in your hands tomorrow, you must go and thank them." Feng Qingxue said.
Chen Ming nodded, "That's as it should be. Relationships are about give and take. The more you interact with each other, the better the relationship will be. Don't be shy when asking for help. Don't worry, I'm here. There's plenty of time. There's no need to rush."
Feng Qingxue smiled with her lips pursed, her dimples faintly visible.
On the way home, Feng Qingyun, who had been silent all the time, asked what feed grain was.
Feng Qingxue actually didn't know. She thought for a moment and said, "It might be food for feeding pigs and livestock. I remember the country had missions, and our brigade also had two mission pigs. In order to raise and fatten the mission pigs and hand them over to the country, and to ensure that cattle, horses, mules and other livestock had the strength to work, the brigade specially allocated a sum of food. That food might be feed grain."
These days, livestock live better than humans.
She had heard her neighbors say this more than once.
When she got home and asked Feng Shuanzhu, she found that her explanation to her sister was correct.
When she was about to leave, Feng Shuanzhu suddenly stopped her and said, "The weather is getting warmer now. We can't be lazy. We need to work when we need to. I plan to divide the people into two groups. One group will weed the fields, and the other group will dig the river. Digging the river requires heavy labor, but people are needed to cook. Xiaoxue, I will arrange this job for you. What do you think?"
Cooking is much easier than weeding in the fields, and many women stared at this Qiao Zong eagerly.
Feng Qingxue said hurriedly: "I will follow your arrangements."
"Okay, we'll set off tomorrow and you should make your preparations. It's not far. We'll leave at four in the morning and be back after dark." Feng Shuanzha showed a smile on her face. If she hadn't owed Feng Qingxue such a big favor, it would never have been her turn to cook.
Digging rivers and canals should be a winter job, but it was extremely cold in winter. The water and soil were frozen like iron blocks. No matter how hard they dug, they couldn't move. Several shovels were broken. The branch secretaries of several production teams got together for a long time and decided to finish the work before the busy farming season when the weather warmed up in spring. Therefore, they had to go out early and come back late, and they had to rush the work.