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After a short period of drizzle, the capital city welcomed a day with clear skies and gentle breezes.

Yang Min sent Chen Mingji to the gate of the yard. When he came back, Grandpa Chang sighed, "It's hard for Xiao Wei to be so busy outside and still miss home."

Chen Mingji came here to deliver the things Chang Wei had sent back, and also to express condolences on behalf of the organization.

"Last time he came back and said he wanted to eat chicken, it must be because there was nothing good to eat outside. Unfortunately, he only had a bowl of chicken soup in the end." Yang Min sat in the yard in a daze, sniffed, his face full of regret.

Grandpa Chang advised her, "Xiao Wei is not a child anymore, he can take care of himself."

"He's only seventeen." Yang Min said softly, wiping her eyes unconsciously.

Grandpa Chang smoked his pipe and lowered his head for a long time before he said, "Xiao Wei is saving people."

What you can buy now are only coarse grains, and cornmeal contains corn grits.

A few days ago, Gulou Street suddenly started selling fine grains. With a household registration book and a grain book, each person could buy three kilograms of rice.

This amount of food is not much, but for those who are seriously ill at home, it can be a lifesaver.

Yesterday, the team leader of Changsheng Village came, carrying a roe deer, saying that it was killed by Old Thirteen in the mountains. Grandpa Chang refused to take it, so the team leader kowtowed to him at the gate of the courtyard, dropped the roe deer and left.

There is an even greater food shortage in the countryside than in the city.

The food that Chang Wei sent back to the village, mixed with wild vegetables, elm leaves, and acorn flour, was enough to provide several full meals.

"The kid is grown up now, and he has his own responsibilities." The old man consoled him softly.

Yang Min just murmured, "He's only seventeen."

After a long while, she came back to her senses and said, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, I don't know if my son will have any rice dumplings to eat."

After saying that, he suddenly stood up and hurried to the kitchen, "I have to make some dumplings for him. I have to make some dumplings for him. It's the festival, and I don't know if my son will have any dumplings to eat."

She didn't even think about whether the rice dumplings could be delivered to the south, or whether they would go bad after being delivered.

She just wanted to make some rice dumplings for her son, rice dumplings made by her own hand.

Grandpa Chang opened his mouth, sighed silently, and waved to Chang Tian, ​​"Take the things your eldest brother sent back into the house."

Chang Tian nodded, picked up the two large net bags and just stood up, he felt something was wrong, lowered his head and took a closer look, and found that there was a big hole on the edge of the net bag.

On Gulou Street, an old house was being demolished. A little girl was squatting on a big rock opposite to watch the fun. She took out a piece of broken biscuit from her purse and quickly stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it without opening her mouth.

Behind her stood a monkey and a cat.

"Big brother must be eating out every day." The little girl swallowed the biscuit, and seeing that no one was paying attention, she quietly took out two small pieces and stuffed them into the mouths of Dasheng and Xiaozhao, mumbling, "I'm going to have a holiday soon, Dasheng, what do you think, should I go to Sichuan Province to see Big Sister, or go to Nan Province to see Big Brother?"

The Great Sage had no idea of ​​this. He just squatted behind her and swallowed with small sips with a sly look in his eyes.

Chang Long was a little dissatisfied when she didn't get a response. She saw the demolition workers across the street smashing a stone with a sledgehammer. She poked the golden monkey behind her and said, "Great Sage, look, your mother gave birth to her second child."

The Great Sage stared at Chang Long with his huge eyes, even forgetting to close his mouth.

Chang Long covered its mouth with disgust, and waited for the monkey to swallow the food in its mouth. Then she jumped off the big rock and skipped forward in the alley.

After crossing the intersection, she stepped back.

Under a big tree at the corner, a ragged old man leaned dejectedly against the wall, his head tilted on his shoulders, his cheeks sunken and his eyes dull.

She scratched her head, walked over slowly, squatted down in front of the old man, and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

The old man supported himself on the ground and sat up straight, looked at Chang Long, and said nothing.

Chang Long looked at the old man's skinny body, took a deep breath, pursed his lips, thought for a long time, carefully took out a piece of cake from his pocket, thought for a while, took out another piece, and finally gritted his teeth and took out the remaining half.

She opened her little hands and handed the cake to the old man.

The old man looked at her in disbelief, not daring to move for a long time.

"Grandpa, aren't you hungry? Eat quickly, or else your food will be snatched away if someone sees you." Chang Long urged, looking anxious.

After a while, the old man stretched out his withered hand with difficulty, took half a cake from Chang Long's palm, and said with all his strength: "Good boy, thank you."

Chang Long laughed happily and put the other two pieces of pancakes in the old man's palm. He gathered the pancake crumbs in his hand and threw them into his mouth, clapped his hands, and continued to jump forward.

The sunlight sprinkled on her face, as if sprinkling orange-like golden light. On that little ginkgo-like face, there seemed to be dewdrops like lotus leaves, crystal clear, innocent and pure.

The old man stared at Chang Long blankly.

In the old alley, there was only a small, bright figure, and two ponytails swaying happily back and forth.

He stretched out his arms, trying to stop her, but he had no strength left. In the end, he could only shout with all his strength: "Baby, what's your name?"

Chang Long didn't stop, but just turned around, smiled and waved.

The young little face was full of joy.

The demolition workers nearby looked at this scene and sighed, "You are so lucky to have met her."

The old man held two cakes in his hands and looked up and asked, "Excuse me, who is this kid?"

"Gulou cub tiger, the younger sister of Gulou young tiger." The worker answered proudly.

The old man murmured, "Young tiger, suckling tiger, young tiger, suckling tiger..."

I read it over and over again, afraid of forgetting it.

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Sichuan Province, Sichuan Capital.

In the small house by the Nan River, Chang Xiaoman and Maizi twisted their little buttocks and climbed up the stone steps with difficulty.

The reason why it was difficult was that the two little guys were holding things in their hands and stubbornly refused Chang Da's help.

"Grandpa Wei, Grandpa Wei." Chang Xiaoman put her face against the crack of the door and looked inside, shouting.

"Hey, hey, I'm here." The old man with a cane opened the door, and his orange-peel face was full of a kind smile.

"Look, I brought you some delicious food." The little girl lifted her foot and climbed over the threshold, proudly showing off the can in her arms.

Maizi also followed her example and raised the can in her hand high.

The two bottles did not contain fruit, but bulk realgar wine.

Chang Da, who was following behind him, holding a food box, said with a smile: "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, happy festival to you!"

"Happy, happy. How can I not be happy seeing them?" Grandpa Wei grinned and reached out to touch the heads of the two little girls.

Chang Xiaoman was very proud, and put the canned bottle on the table, and said seriously: "Grandpa Wei, I wish you to taste the wine and keep the bottle safe."

This is the festive phrase her uncle taught her during the Chinese New Year.