After Crossing, and Husband Brought Hundreds of Millions of Supplies To Farm

"You're welcome, there's only so much I can help, and you'll have to rely on yourself in the future.

Only when you stand up, your life will be better. "

"I understand, thank you." Zhang Qingqing nodded.

Then he asked: "Then how much do you have?"

"This is what's left from before, there's nothing extra." Zhou Ying was stunned for a moment and said coldly.

"Oh." Zhang Qingqing didn't notice the change in her tone, but responded in disappointment.

Zhou Ying's complexion improved a little.

Afterwards, the two of them weighed about 80 kilograms.

After Zhou Ying helped her carry it back, she collected the money for the bean curd residue and the medicine, and returned home.

On the surface, the village once again regained its calm, but at night, more people came to steal things.

Fortunately, with the appearance of wolves, not only did the patrol team not withdraw, but a special team was added to patrol the village. Coupled with the trap, the thieves had no choice but to return.

In the blink of an eye, it was the eighth day of the lunar new year, and Zhou Ying steamed the birthday peaches and cakes for Gu Ziyi early in the morning, and at the same time steamed a basket of milk-flavored black-faced steamed buns.

When Gu Ziyi came, Zhou Ying gave her the birthday peaches and cake, and then gave her fifty small steamed buns and said, "These small steamed buns are my heart, please pass them on to uncle, and wish him a long and healthy life. "

Gu Ziyi was stunned for a moment, she really didn't expect that she would prepare a birthday gift, but it was hard for her to refuse this birthday gift, and it was not appropriate to accept it for nothing, so she could only say: "Let's go there together and have a good time."

"No, everyone's life is hard these days, just don't dislike my courtesy, uncle."

"How could it be? Few people are willing to steam black-faced steamed buns now."

"It's good if you don't dislike it, you go over quickly."

Seeing that her attitude was firm, Gu Ziyi couldn't say anything more, but left after a few polite words.

But at noon, Mrs. Wang personally delivered a longevity peach and a bowl of stewed chicken and mushrooms.

The next day, Gu Chengrui continued to go to the pharmacy, while Zhou Ying took Er Zhuang up the mountain again.

But when I got to the mountain, I was stunned, because not to mention the wild vegetables on the outside, even the bark and leaves of the trees were almost smashed, and I didn't even find a root of firewood.

Going further up, I saw crowds of people busy on the mountain, and there were people living in the Mother Temple again, and there were quite a few of them.

Seeing this, Zhou Ying didn't dare to go up the mountain again. After going down the mountain, she found the patriarch and asked, "Uncle, do you know who are the people on that mountain?"

"Most of them are refugees from the north of our county. I heard that there is no grass noodles for sale there, so I went up the mountain to look for food." The patriarch sighed.

"But if they continue to suffer like locusts passing through the mirror, if there is heavy rain, landslides and mudslides are likely to occur, and our village will be in danger."

After hearing this, the patriarch was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile: "Then what can we do? We don't have any food for them, and now even Ting Zhang has nothing to do."

"As long as they don't strip the bark off the trunk and leave the crown. Just like pruning a young tree, you can trim a tree with a saw and it will shed a lot of things."

The patriarch's eyes lit up when he heard it, yes, as long as the tree can be guaranteed, there is no need to care about the leaves.

Thinking of this, he immediately stood up and said, "I know what to do. The mountain is not flat now, so please don't go up the mountain again."

After finishing speaking, he ran out in a hurry.

Seeing this, Zhou Ying had no choice but to return home.