funbook-pk Chapter 159 Harvest
Chapter 159 Harvest
After finally carrying the things back, Jiang Jiang sat on the doorstep and rested for a while. Beads of sweat slid down her cheeks and hit the ground.
Wang Shufen went back to the room to change her clothes, as her previous outfit was soaked with sweat.
"It's only October, why is it so cold?"
She rubbed her arms and walked out of the room.
Wang Shufen changed into a single piece of clothing. She didn’t feel the cold when she was walking around, but as soon as she rested, she felt a little cold.
Although they are in the mountains, in previous years, October was still the time when the autumn heat was raging. Many people in the city and county wore short sleeves, but it was just right for them to wear light clothes in the mountains.
Jiang Jiang took out his cell phone and checked the weather forecast.
It's cloudy today and the temperature is only 15 to 19 degrees. No wonder it feels cold.
When going down the mountain again, Wang Shufen asked the elderly people to stay at home as Zhang Qiang requested.
"Lunch will be served soon. If you follow us, we won't even have lunch."
"Everyone in our village knows that you guys have good skills. Isn't this a good opportunity?"
Wang Chunping and the others thought about it and it was true. Apart from a few old people like them, there were only a few children under two or three years old left in the village.
Do they still expect these children to cook for them?
So when we went down the mountain again, the number of people was much smaller.
Since everyone had mentioned twice before that they had received clothes donated by kind-hearted people, Jiang Jiang suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten to buy some warm clothes for everyone.
The most basic things are quilts and clothes to keep warm, as well as some tools that can be used in extremely cold periods.
There are also medicines, these things are also indispensable.
The medical conditions in Qingshan Village are not as good as those in Daxixi Village in Jiang Jiang's previous life.
At least there is a barefoot doctor in Daxi Village, but there are few residents in Qingshan Village. Usually, if someone has a headache or fever, they just like to take two tablets of antibiotics. Only when children have a fever will they send them to the small clinic near the foot of the mountain.
If you have some external injuries, people will apply some herbal medicine to stop the bleeding. Some particular people may prepare some mercurochrome to apply.
At the very least, she needed to prepare more frostbite medicines.
It seems that I have to go to the county again and get another round of donations.
To others, Jiang Jiang looked so tired and dazed when he was thinking.
Seeing this, Zhang Qiang asked her to help everyone pass some things and move them, but he didn't want to make the child sick due to the tiredness.
However, Zhang Yang's young men were as strong as animals and could be used at will.
Despite the hard work, no one in Qingshan Village, young or old, young, male or female, complained or felt tired.
Everyone knows that everything in this fortune is for oneself.
When the long-lost sun came out and gradually set, only the last trip of the two truckloads of goods remained to be completed.
Even the young and middle-aged people in the village who often do farm work are very tired.
Village Party Secretary Zhang Qiang fell behind, cheering everyone up as he walked.
"This is the last trip. Everyone, watch your step and don't fall. When we get to the village, we'll distribute food to everyone tomorrow morning!"
Wang Shufen and Jiang Jiang walked together and they could chat with each other.
"There are still many kind-hearted people in the world. Back then, when you were studying, the old man from the Yan family said that girls should stay at home and have children, and there was no point in studying. Fortunately, the leader of the women's organization helped you apply for a subsidy."
Just as Wang Shufen said, she is not the only one in the village. There are actually people who can continue their studies but cannot because their families do not have the money.
The reason she was able to continue her studies was because of her status as an orphan. Her parents died early, and she could have gone to an orphanage before she reached adulthood. However, she was already fourteen or fifteen years old at that time and was unwilling to go, so the local grassroots leaders had to settle for the second best and help her apply for subsidies.
"But the old man in the Yan family is really dead." Wang Shufen sighed as she spoke.
The old man of the Yan family's wife passed away a few years ago. He has a son and a daughter. He is a bit eccentric and unforgiving with his words, and he favors boys over girls.
Originally, his youngest daughter had very good grades, even better than the original owner, but no matter how she begged, Old Man Yan would not allow her to continue studying.
"When you turn 16, you go out to work, and when you are old enough, you get married."
These are what Old Man Yan said.
When he was young, he was a carpenter and had some skills. In Qingshan Village, he was considered to have a small savings, which was enough to at least support his two children in school and pay their tuition.
His youngest daughter went to work in another place when she was sixteen and never came back. As for the son, whom he had high hopes for, he turned out to be a hopeless gangster.
Old man Yan's later years were miserable, and it was mostly relatives and neighbors who helped take care of him.
Last year, due to his leg disability, he fell into a ditch. When people found him, he was already dead.
The son and daughter came back once to attend the funeral, and left again in a hurry.
After Wang Shufen mentioned this, Jiang Jiang suddenly remembered it.
The original owner also attended this funeral.
She still remembered that all the money for the funeral was given by Old Man Yan's youngest daughter. His son did not contribute a penny and even ate two large bowls of meat.
From then on, families in the village who raised daughters treated their daughters better. It was useless to raise a son who turned out to be a barbecued pork. A promising daughter was better than a useless son.
Until now, the old house of Old Man Yan has been uninhabited, overgrown with weeds and covered with cobwebs.
"How come we went off track? Where were we just now? There are still a lot of kind-hearted people in this world. We have really benefited a lot this time." Wang Shufen sighed.
With so much food, each household would get enough to eat for one or two years.
If you have food in your hands, you will not be worried. This applies to everyone.
"Aunt Wang, I have to go to the county early tomorrow morning. The company contacted me and told me that they have found a construction team. I will bring them back tomorrow."
"So soon?! Go ahead, I'll talk to your uncle Qiangzi about cleaning up a few rooms for people to live in."
When Wang Shufen heard that there was important business to be done, she immediately stopped thinking about the past.
She was in a hurry and got things done in an orderly manner.
After a while, she and Zhang Qiang had an agreement that each family would have two rooms to accommodate seven or eight people. If that was still not enough, people could also stay in the homes of Zhang Yang's uncles.
"If you're not here when the food is distributed tomorrow, I'll have Zhang Yang put it in the yard for you. You can move it to the cellar when you have time."
Qingshan Village is located in Liaocheng, with a subtropical climate and hilly area, rich in citrus crops.
Many families in their village have cellars, which are used to store various citrus fruits.
This kind of orange is wrapped in a transparent bag and can be stored in the cellar for a long time.
Because the mountain road is too difficult to travel on, people who collect oranges are unwilling to come, so the villagers can only carry a few baskets of oranges to the town to sell.
When the market is good, it can be sold for one yuan per pound. When the market is not good, eighty or seventy cents is common.
Especially in the past two years, the types of citrus fruits have become more and more diverse. Sugar oranges, tangerines, and ugly oranges have occupied the market. The most primitive small oranges are becoming increasingly difficult to sell, and many of them rot every year.
Jiang Jiang remembered that this period was exactly the time when oranges were harvested.