novelraw Chapter 1101: Five buckets of rice folded
Chapter 1101: Five buckets of rice folded
Because of Shen Zhihuan's good start, the wealthy and proud people in the capital donated generously.
Donate money and materials.
This fundraising was an unprecedented success.
Yu Jingyan didn't waste any time and sent the donated money and goods to Beicheng overnight.
The leaders above even gave the flour mill a fatal order to ensure the food supply in Beicheng and not let the disaster-stricken people in Beicheng go hungry.
Su Changjiang, Su Zijun, and Zhou Xiuqiao, who work in a flour mill, have been really busy during this time.
So much so that Shen Zhihuan, an idle man, had not seen them for several days.
Su Ziyu left, with Shen Weidong and Su Qiping watching over him. Shen Zhihuan, who was free, began to collect manuscripts again.
Within a month, Shen Zhihuan had accumulated a thick stack of manuscripts.
"Mom, it's time to eat." The little guy rushed into the study like a cannonball. He stretched out his little arms and hugged Shen Zhihuan's legs firmly.
The upturned face is as white and tender as a freshly peeled egg.
Shen Zhihuan put away the manuscript and lifted the little guy into his lap.
"What delicious food did grandma make for lunch today?"
"Big Hanamaki." The little guy blinked his **** eyes and answered seriously.
"Do you like eating big flower rolls?" Shen Zhihuan stood up and hugged the little guy and walked out.
"I like it!" The little guy nodded.
Shen Zhihuan carried the little guy to the well and washed his hands before heading to Courtyard No. 1.
Su Qiping and Shen Weidong, one holding bowls and chopsticks, the other holding flower rolls, looked a bit like little adults.
On the dinner table, there are yam and pork ribs soup, green pepper twice-cooked pork, and fried green vegetables. Just the smell of it will make people appetite.
Because the little one wanted to eat, Zhang Fengxia cut the green vegetables into small pieces to make it easier for the little one to eat.
The yams and pork ribs are also stewed exceptionally soft.
Zhang Fengxia went to great lengths for her beloved grandson.
"Zhihuan, did Ziyu call back yesterday?" Since Su Ziyu went to Beicheng, these words have become Zhang Fengxia's mantra.
"Hi, he said that the matter in Beicheng has been almost settled, and the local staff in Beicheng can handle some final work." Shen Zhihuan put a chopstick of ribs into Zhang Fengxia's bowl.
"Then did he say when he would be back?" Zhang Fengxia seemed to be relieved.
The son lives to be a hundred years old, and the mother is worried about ninety-nine.
"I've finished my work in Beicheng and have to practice. I probably won't be able to come back this month." Shen Zhihuan put another chopstick into each of Shen Weidong's and Su Qiping's bowls.
"Mom, don't worry too much, Ziyu will take care of himself."
When it comes to floods, as soon as the rain stops, the water will recede in two or three days.
The top priority is post-disaster search and rescue work and the resettlement of the affected people.
The search and rescue work and the resettlement of the affected people are nearing completion, and their mission has been completed.
As for post-disaster reconstruction…
That's a matter for local staff.
"When he is not around, my mother always feels uneasy." Zhang Fengxia sighed softly.
In the past, when she was in her hometown, she only knew that her son was in the army, but she didn't know what he was doing specifically.
Those who don’t know are fearless.
Now, knowing that her son has gone to such a dangerous place, she always feels uneasy and unsure of herself.
"Mom, just keep your heart in mind! You are so awesome!" Shen Zhihuan smiled and put a chopstick into Zhang Fengxia's bowl of twice-cooked pork.
Compared with those missions that cannot be announced, these search and rescue operations are not too childish.
"Mom, when will my father come back?" The little guy swallowed the yam in his mouth, looked up at Shen Zhihuan, and asked coquettishly.
"What? Miss your dad?" Shen Zhihuan smiled and put the lean meat with the bones shaved off into the little guy's bowl. The little guy nodded heavily.
"Then when your father calls back later, tell him that you miss him, okay?" Shen Zhihuan smiled and scratched the little guy's nose.
"Okay!" The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"We are obedient and filial. We all know that we miss our father." Zhang Fengxia looked pleased.
What can make the elderly happier than having filial children and grandchildren? !
It's a happy place here, but Shen Zhilan's side is gloomy and gloomy.
Looking at the nearly bottomless rice vat and the empty oil bottle, Shen Zhilan's brows almost knitted into a tight knot.
Old Mrs. Yang was half paralyzed on the bed and needed someone to take care of her. Three-year-old Yang Ming was at the age where people hate dogs and no one, old or young, could stay away from her.
Shen Zhilan lost her job, and Yang Sanhong didn't show up. He only stopped by once in a while and left.
I'm afraid I'll get something dirty on my body.
Not to mention helping take care of Mrs. Yang.
Whenever it was said that Mrs. Yang needed someone to take care of her, she would either ignore him or pretend not to understand.
Care, no.
Money, tickets, no.
When "Li Qiuhua" was around, he could help her from time to time.
Now…
The whole family, young and old, eat, drink, and eat, all pointing to Yang Zhongyi's dead salary of thirty-five yuan a month.
If they were all in good health, thirty-five yuan would be enough for their family to eat and drink. However, Old Mrs. Yang's body was not as good as before due to her paraplegia, and she would suffer from headaches and fever every now and then.
Coupled with the high standard of living in the capital and no surplus at home, Yang Zhongyi's thirty-five yuan per month seemed a bit stretched.
"Gone again?" Yang Zhongyi followed Shen Zhilan's gaze and frowned.
Today is only the 23rd, and there is still one week until the salary is due at the end of the month.
"How about I borrow some from eldest sister later." Shen Zhilan whispered.
"This is the only way." Yang Zhongyi couldn't help but sigh.
For a week, even if they don’t eat, the elderly and children still have to eat!
"Why don't we wait until the old man comes back and beg him again..." Shen Zhilan said tentatively.
With four mouths in the house, we can’t borrow them every month!
The child is a little better now, but what about when he gets older?
Eating, drinking, having sex, interacting with each other, studying...
Which doesn't cost money? !
We can't let our children be illiterate like her!
Yang Zhongyi looked down at the work clothes that were washed a little white and said nothing.
"If you don't want to go, I'll take Mingming with me when the old man comes back. Even if the old man doesn't care about me as his granddaughter, he will help us out of the sake of Mingming, his great-grandson." Shen Zhilan frowned. .
If it were before, Shen Zhilan would definitely not be willing to lower her head and ask for help.
But now...
As long as the elderly and children at home can have enough to eat, let alone asking her to beg the old man, she will not hesitate even if she is asked to kowtow to the sick man.
"Let's go together!" Yang Zhongyi raised his eyes and looked at Shen Zhilan, with a calm and complicated emotion in his eyes.
"Yeah!" Shen Zhilan was happy.
It was as if the permanent job quota was waiting for her in front.
"You should really learn from your eldest sister." Yang Zhongyi pointed out.
Shen Zhilan nodded, "Don't worry! I will never deal with that disease again..."
Sensing that Yang Zhongyi frowned, she quickly changed her words, "Shen Zhihuan is worried." (End of chapter)