Liang Bin felt a little resentful, even a bit disdainful. He felt that Fu Zhawei and his family were just like hot-blooded children who had no idea how to behave in the countryside. They deserved to suffer.
However, these thoughts only flashed through his mind as he quickly focused on driving.
He is too lazy to take care of other people's family affairs, and he has no right to do so.
As long as nothing serious happens and I die right under his nose and don't cause him any trouble, that's enough.
No conversation along the way.
The tractor finally rumbled to the entrance of Tongyi Village.
The sky had already darkened completely, with only dim lights shining through the windows of a few houses, appearing particularly weak in the wind and snow.
"That's enough, Fu Zhiqing, go by yourself." Liang Bin stopped the car and jumped out to help him unload the things.
Fu Zhewei nodded, took out the remaining change from his pocket, counted out a few coins and handed them to Liang Bin: "Uncle Liang, this is gas money, thank you for your hard work."
Liang Bin waved his hand and didn't answer: "Forget it, forget it, it's just a few steps, why waste gas money. Hurry up and go, your mother must be waiting anxiously."
"Thank you, Captain Liang." Fu Zhawei whispered a thank you, picked up the pile of things, turned around and walked towards the end of the village.
His steps were quick, even a bit anxious as he trotted, one foot deep and one foot shallow on the muddy snow. His back quickly disappeared into the increasingly dark night.
Liang Bin looked at his back, shook his head, started the tractor again, and turned around to go home.
*
At the end of the village, the low and dilapidated houses near the cowshed are the Fu family’s temporary residence.
At this moment, at the door of one of the houses, a thin figure was pacing anxiously in the darkness, occasionally stretching his neck to look towards the village entrance.
That was Fu Zhewei's mother, Dong Yulan.
She had obviously been waiting for a long time. She was only wearing a thin old cotton-padded jacket. The cold wind made her shiver constantly, and her lips turned white from the cold.
Seeing Master Zhewei's figure appear in the night, Dong Yulan's heart suddenly dropped to her stomach. She almost stumbled towards him: "Zhewei! You're finally here! Where have you been for so long? Qingqing, she had a fever again this afternoon..."
Her voice stopped abruptly when she touched the pile of things in her son's arms.
In the dim light, she could clearly see the shape of the oil-paper package, smell the faint aroma of meat, and even glimpse the tin can that shone coldly in the moonlight...
Dong Yulan's eyes suddenly widened, the blood drained from her face in an instant, and an unbelievable horror gripped her.
"You...you..." She stretched out her slightly trembling hand and pointed at the thing in Fu Zhawei's arms. Dong Yulan, who had always been gentle and polite, and tried her best to maintain her dignity even in the hardship of life, suddenly raised her voice:
"——Why did you buy so many things?!!"
"Zhewei! How much do these...how much do these cost?! How can we afford to buy these things?!"
Facing his mother's questioning, Fu Zhewei pursed his lips and said nothing.
He knew what his mother was worried about, but now was not the time to explain.
Without saying a word, he walked around his panicked mother, and with a stern face, he carried all the things into the dim room in one breath, and put them on the broken table with missing legs and supported by bricks with a "bang".
Without waiting for Dong Yulan to speak again, Fu Zhawei pulled her into the house.
The light inside the room was dimmer than outside. There was only a kerosene lamp, which was turned very small to save fuel. It emitted a small halo of light at the corner of the table, barely outlining the outline of the bare walls of the room.
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