That night, as the two lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), Wen Moxue suddenly brought up Old Man Liu.
"I went to the commune today and visited Grandpa Liu. The doctor said his complexion was much better than yesterday."
She paused for a moment, then added, "Judging from the doctor's tone, there's still a possibility that Grandpa Liu could wake up at any time."
Lu Yuan was surprised. The doctor clearly said there was no possibility of him waking up for the time being, so how come he changed his mind after only two days?
"Did the doctor really say that?"
In the darkness, Wen Moxue gave a guilty "hmm".
"That's what the doctor said today, and he also said that Mr. Liu's condition has suddenly improved a lot."
Lu Yuan was overjoyed.
"If that's the case, that's great. I'll go to the health center tomorrow."
The next morning.
Lu Yuan pocketed the cornbread Wen Moxue had prepared for him, took a quick look around the abandoned house, and prepared to head to the commune. Before leaving, he remembered something and detoured to the cowshed.
"Grandpa, I need to use the oxcart."
The oxcart was being looked after by an old man who had been sent to the countryside. He was in his fifties or sixties, with white hair, a hunched back, and was very thin.
He has been with the Changhe Brigade for three years, and the years have left their mark on him.
The old man glanced at him, confirming that he didn't recognize him.
He said in a low voice, "Using the oxcart requires the brigade leader's permission."
Lu Yuan knew this, of course. These oxen were very precious, and oxcarts weren't something anyone could use whenever they wanted. Even brigade cadres could only use oxcarts on official business.
He didn't really come to borrow the oxcart; he just wanted to get on his good side.
He took out the cornbread he had on him and, without minding the stench of the cowshed, began to eat it heartily.
The old man in the cowshed swallowed hard, bent down and continued working, not glancing at the flatbread in the other person's hand.
Lu Yuan immediately crouched down close.
The cornbread was back in front of the old man, bright and shiny.
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