The soldier's father and Wang Chengzhu were walking side by side. It was obvious that they had something to say.
"Comrade Wang, it's almost over here. Please take Yazi back tomorrow." The soldier's father rubbed his hands.
"Is there something unspeakable in such a hurry?" Wang Chengzhu looked puzzled, "If there is anything you can do, please just ask."
"Hey, that's it. I originally thought that Yaozi's mother would have an uneventful pregnancy, so I made the worst plan and went to serve as a soldier with Yaozi to get paid." The soldier's father said what he was thinking, and frowned.
He stretched out a little and said, "Now that you are safe, I just wanted to not delay you. I had only sent you away for a few days, so you ran home, fearing that you would leave a bad impression on your superiors."
"Besides, with the current situation of stagnant business, I'm worried that we won't be well received."
After hearing the last word, Wang Chengzhu understood that although he had eaten a lot in the past few days, the grayish-yellow faces of the surrounding villagers could not conceal their pale and nutritionally deficient look. He was afraid that it would be better to entertain his extra two mouths.
People live frugally and live a life of dignity.
Wang Chengzhu then materialized two Tetra Pak bricks from behind and handed them to the soldier's father: "Uncle, keep this, mix it with water and boil it to replenish nutrients for my aunt and the baby."
"What is this?" The soldier's father did not notice when Wang Chengzhu was carrying two boxes of Huttonmar milk, and subconsciously declined: "I can't help it. It is a great favor for the noble man to accept you and save one person's food. Where can I get it?"
Royal food."
"Uncle, this is a little thought of mine. I brought it from the northern city. Yazi and the others usually supplement nutrition and will also add this to their meals. Just eat and drink without worry." Wang Chengzhu comforted him with half-explanation.
The soldier's father was polite, then accepted the "tonic", warmed it in his arms, and walked toward home, with the gloomy look on his face dissipating a lot.
Wang Chengzhu took the initiative and said: "The things here are almost done. I will escort Yaozi back. Don't worry."
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"I have brought a lot of rations for the past few days, and I can't eat them all by myself. Why don't I go to your house to share the stove, and ask my uncle and aunt not to refuse." Wang Chengzhu said.
"How can you not!" The soldier's father felt his heart heat up after hearing this, and thanked him repeatedly, "It's no trouble, welcome to be a guest." The meaning of Wang Chengzhu's words could not be clearer.
There was a lot of grain produced last year, and even the remaining people in the village still didn't have enough to eat, so they had to spend every penny to save rations and wait until the summer harvest.
"When will these miserable days end?" The soldier's father sighed and complained.
Wang Chengzhu felt that he had to give the old man a chance to live, so he spoke out and made a wish: "As short as four to five years, as long as seven or eight years, there will be a turn for the better. Uncle, if you move trees to death and people to life, have you ever considered it?"
What about moving?”
"This..." Wang Chengzhu's categorical prophecy made the soldier's father stop answering. "You are counting the days and suffering like this, and you are telling me that there is hope?"