"No, don't wait here anymore. I'll call Xiao Jiao if I need you. It's getting late. Go to bed quickly. I'm going to bed too."
The old man returned to his room, and Guan Yurong went back to her room to sleep in disappointment.
*
A cold front hit at night, and a thick layer of ice formed on the water outside.
When Xu Nuannuan left the space this morning, she felt colder than usual. She put on an extra sweater and went to the yard, but she couldn't even move her hands.
"It's suddenly so cold. It must be snowing heavily in the north. Maybe it will snow here too," said Old Mrs. Guan.
Xu Nuannuan was a little worried about her parents in Northeast China and hoped that they would not be frozen.
In the morning, when she and the old lady were taking a walk outside, they saw people from the street office beating drums and gongs and holding banners to promote something.
When they got closer, they learned that parts of the Northeast and Northwest had suffered from severe snowstorms. Many farmers and herdsmen had their houses collapsed under the weight of the snow and were forced to relocate and be resettled in centralized areas. After the relocation, the refugee living areas were in great shortage of daily necessities and urgently needed donations of money and materials from people from all over the country for support.
The director of the street office came out in person to do the promotion. He spoke until his mouth was dry and he held a cup in his hand to drink water at any time.
Mrs. Guan said, "When one side is in trouble, all sides come to its aid. I want to donate some things. I can't just stand by and watch my compatriots in trouble. I'll donate some more money. Come home with me to get it."
"Okay, grandma, I'd like to do my bit to help. Let's go home first."
When they returned home, Mrs. Guan found some old cotton-padded clothes, took two boxes of biscuits, and fifty yuan, and went to the street office with Xu Nuannuan.
The street office has people who are dedicated to collecting donated materials, and there are donation boxes with people responsible for registration next to them.
Old Mrs. Guan handed over the money and things she had brought, and Xu Nuannuan directly donated one hundred yuan.
"Nuannuan, you donated so much." Old Mrs. Guan couldn't help but admire her.
"Grandma, you said, 'When one side is in trouble, all sides will come to its aid.' I have the ability to do that."
"Good, good boy."
What Xu Nuannuan has the most is food. She also wants to donate some food, but the source of the food cannot be explained clearly, so she can only come here at night and secretly put it in there.
The military district also launched a propaganda campaign of "aiding the disaster area and donating love". Qin Wushuang's second aunt donated money and materials, so Qin Wushuang naturally knew about this matter.
In the previous ninety-nine worlds, she followed the script. Whenever there was a disaster, she would donate money and supplies to the people in that place. She watched helplessly as her money and supplies were given away to others. She had long been tired of that kind of life.
Now she is no longer bound by the script. Whoever wants to donate can donate, but she won’t donate anyway.
What does it have to do with her if those people freeze to death or starve to death?
In the afternoon, Xu Nuannuan took the money for buying a house and went to the Zhang family with Mrs. Guan. The Zhang couple had already left. They and Xiaoqiu went to the Housing Management Office to handle the house transfer procedures. Xiaoqiu gave the house deeds and land deeds to Xu Nuannuan, and also gave Xu Nuannuan the keys to the door and the main gate.
After the transaction was completed, Xu Nuannuan and Old Lady Guan went to buy a few locks, both for the main door and the main door.
We must always be on guard against others. No matter how good the relationship between the Zhang couple and Mr. Guan is, even if they are brothers or father and son, we cannot trust them directly and not be on guard at all.
"Grandma, if you and Grandpa want to live here, you can move in anytime."
"No, if you're not here, there's no point for two old guys like us to live here."
"Well, then let's wait until I can come to Jing City and settle down."
Once her parents are rehabilitated, she can marry Jiang Ye. Jiang Ye is being transferred here, so she will naturally have to live here too. It would be great if her parents could come over too.
"Um."
*
Qin Gang became addicted to Guan Yurong. He would go to see Guan Yurong as soon as he got off work. When the two of them returned to the house, they went crazy again.
Although the room was cold, the battle between the two was extremely fierce.
Guan Yurong did not make any requests to Qin Gang.
"Qin Gang, being with you a few times is worth it for me to be a woman in this life."
"Yurong."
Qin Gang hugged Guan Yurong tightly, not wanting to be separated from her at all.
"Yurong, let's come back tomorrow."
"Okay, as long as you want it, I will satisfy you."
"Yurong, you are so kind."
Ever since Xu Nuannuan told Old Madam Guan that she should spend more time with Old Man Guan, Old Madam Guan has been sleeping in her own room.
At one o'clock in the morning, when everyone was sleeping soundly, Xu Nuannuan quietly left Guan's house and came to the place where the street office collected supplies.
He jumped over the wall, put 30,000 kilograms of food inside, and wrote a card on it: The mysterious man donated to the people in the disaster area, without asking for his name or thanks, just hoping to help the people in the disaster area overcome the difficulties, and will secretly monitor the use of supplies.
At this time, people are generally in good spirits and generally will not embezzle disaster relief supplies.
But she had to be on guard against some villains who wanted to make money from disasters. No matter what era or society, there would always be villains.
*
The next morning, Xu Nuannuan and Old Lady Guan went out for a walk and heard someone say that a large amount of food had appeared out of nowhere yesterday at the place where the street office collected supplies. They also said that a mysterious person had specially donated it to the disaster area and would secretly monitor the use of the food.
For a moment, everyone was guessing who this mysterious man was.
Old Mrs. Guan also joined the discussion with several women.
"Hey, how do you think he managed to get so much food into the street office without anyone noticing? Could it be a deity from heaven who came down to earth?"
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