Rebirth of a Little Cannon Fodder in the ’70s

Jing Ziheng went home with Ye Mi carrying the food.

As soon as he entered the house, he put the food in the utility room, then dug out the money and tickets, and beckoned Ye Mi to go out with him.

“Where are you going?” Yemi asked puzzled.

“To buy food.” Jing Ziheng said, “Do you think the food you received is enough to last us for a year?”

“Is………not enough.”

Not only is it not enough, even if she as a small appetite, this amount of food is still not sufficient to last her alone for a year, not to mention feeding two people.

Ye Mi lowered her head, her face flushed slightly, she was ashamed.

Jing Ziheng turned his head to the side and saw the little girl beside him with her head hanging down, her soft and fine short hair messily scattered revealing the small ear hidden inside. It turned a little white as she shivered against the cold wind.

His eyes darkened, and he raised his hand and squeezed it lightly.

The little girl was so frightened by the sudden temperature that her hairs exploded and she jumped three feet high.

“Why are you pinching my ears?”

Covering her ears, her big round eyes widened in surprise, and Jing Ziheng’s figure reflected inside.

The little girl was full of herself.

There was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart, and a pleasant smile appeared on Jing Ziheng’s face.

The low and deep laughter numbed Yemi’s ears, and made the tips of those sensitive little ears tremble slightly.

“It was your ear that told me to touch it first.”

“Your lying! It’s not true!” Yemi retorted angrily, with a face that said don’t wrong my ear.

“It’s true that you are still a little girl.” He tapped the little girl’s eyebrows with his fingertips, and before she could blow up again, Jing Ziheng reminded in his usual cold tone: “We’re here.”

Ye Mi stopped making noise, looked up, and said unexpectedly: “This is … …Secretary Chen’s house?”

“Yeah.” Jing Ziheng nodded: “I only have a salary but no work points, and I buy my rations from Uncle Chen’s house every year.”

The village secretary of Xiaotian Village is called Chen Xiushui, and he is the only educated person in the village cadre collective with a High school diploma.

I heard that Chen Xiushui was admitted to college back then, but his family was too poor and had many brothers and sisters, so they couldn’t afford to support him, so he didn’t go to college and stayed in the village to become a village cadre.

He has worked tirelessly as a village cadre for more than ten years. What he wants is that all the villagers have enough food and clothing. He is a truly respected elder.

The whole village, regardless of men, women, old or young, including the educated youths, all respect him extremely.

It can be said that Xiaotian Village was able to survive the famine period and the chaos in the middle, and later developed into the present affluent appearance, where every family lives and works in peace and contentment, and the folk customs are simple and honest, thanks to Chen Xiushui’s contribution.

Yemi is also grateful to him.

If Secretary Chen’s family hadn’t been so helpful to her in her previous life, she wouldn’t have survived for so many years. Maybe she would have been tortured to death after going to the countryside for a year or two.

Jing Ziheng took Ye Mi to the door of Secretary Chen’s house, but before he knocked on the door, the person inside opened the door by himself as if he had expected it.

It was Aunt Chunxia who opened the door, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, which was tightly covered with a piece of gray cotton cloth, so that people could not see the contents clearly.

Seeing Ye Mi standing outside the door, she was a little surprised, but her attitude was as warm as ever: “Mi girl, you came just in time, my aunt was just going to find you.” Glancing at the bamboo basket in Aunt Chunxia’s hand, Ye

Mi Knows what’s inside.

That was a subsidy that Secretary Chen specially asked his old wife to give Ye Mi.

When she first came, there was no such subsidy until Aunt Chunxia accidentally discovered that Ye Mi’s face was getting uglier every day, and her body was also very weak. During that time, she was so thin that she almost lost her figure. Only then did Aunt Chunxia know that she had run out of food.

Shw had not eaten anything decent for several days, and almost starve to death.

The little girl went to the countryside alone, with no family to help her, her own body was weak, she was too delicate to work, and she couldn’t support herself at all. If things continued like this, she would starve to death sooner or later.

They couldn’t just watch her starve to death like that.

Aunt Chunxia was also a rare kind-hearted person. After returning home, she told Secretary Chen and the couple together sent fifty catties of grain to Yemi that night.

The things they sent weren’t precious, it was all coarse grains, but if she uses the food sparingly it will be enough to feed her until the end of the year.

This subsidy was given to her for five years straight until Yemi died.

Ye Mi pulled Jing Ziheng and whispered about this kindness.

Since she said it, she hoped that Jing Ziheng would help her to repay the good deed. Anyway, she already owed Jing Ziheng a lot, and she didn’t worry about the debt. She would pay it back slowly when she was able to.

Ye Mi felt that the husband and wife are one, and there are some things that don’t need to be kept secret, which can be frankly shared with the other party.

She wanted to avoid it causing a fuss or starting alot of trouble in the future.

She was also afraid of suffering.