Dressed as the Fujiao bag of the captain's house

Chapter 479 The Only Kindness

"Oh, my Nanbao woke up, why is he so obedient today, and woke up so early?"

"Did you make an appointment with one of your brothers again to go out and play?"

Xu Lanxin, who came to check on her precious daughter's sleeping situation, pushed the door open with a smile.

Afterwards, he warmed his hands that were red from the cold with air, rubbed them to warm them up, and then sat on the side of the bed and picked up the bright red cotton-padded clothes and trousers that were scattered on the kang, and skillfully helped Mu Nannan put them on.

Mu Nannan yawned milkily, and obediently asked her to raise her hand when she raised it, and stood up when she asked her to stand up.

The kang she slept on had long since lost the warmth of last night, leaving only a slight residual warmth.

Xu Lanxin took the comb, combed her two flower buds neatly, then wrapped the red string around her, and finally helped her tidy up the fluffy thin bangs on her forehead, and then pulled off the small quilt beside her, shaking her whole body. Wrapped up tightly.

"Come on, your grandma has lit another fire in the east room, and mom will take you there to warm up."

The door was opened again, and the cold wind poured in all at once.

Mu Nannan, who was a little confused in his mind, suddenly became sober.

Xu Lan was afraid that she would freeze and catch a cold again, so she carried her away quickly, and soon entered the east room next to the kitchen.

The brazier in the middle of the room was burning hot, but there was no one sitting around.

"Mom, where's grandpa?"

Sitting on a small bench, Mu Nannan asked:

"Didn't grandpa get up early these days and sit in front of the brazier to warm up?"

"Why isn't he here today?"

Xu Lanxin folded the quilt and said:
"A few elders from the village just came to ask your grandfather for tickets and food. Now your father, your uncle, and your second uncle are all talking together in the main room, and they don't have time to warm up at all."

"Are they here again?"

Mu Nannan said unhappily:
"From childhood to now, I have to come to our house every day. I know that my grandfather can't get food or bills, so I have to force him. It's really annoying."

Although her words sounded a little angry, they were also her true thoughts.

In the past month, there have been fewer and fewer people in the village who can eat food, and the water level of the small river at the foot of the back mountain has also become shallower and shallower.

There are no less than dozens of families, quarreling and even fighting over a sip of food or water.

A little blood is a trivial matter, and severe limbs and limbs are not uncommon.

Obviously, at this time of year in the past, the village is full of lively Chinese New Year atmosphere, no matter how poor people are, they will be busy frying things or steaming steamed buns, but this year, it’s good if they don’t starve to death, who cares about it? Chinese New Year?

"Mom, have you distributed or borrowed all the receipts Grandma asked Fourth Uncle to buy back from Kyoto?"

Mu Nannan said to himself:
"I guess grandma still has some left in her hand. When grandma comes back, I will tell her to give all the remaining bills to those who are talking in the main room."

"Anyway, our family's food and some other things are enough."

"Also, my little brother told me that Aunt Nian bought about 1000 catties of coarse grains through her connections. On the first day of the new year, the truck will pull the grain to our village, and Aunt Nian and Grandpa Ji will also These grains are evenly distributed to every household in the village for free.”

"It also allows them to have a fairly satisfactory New Year."

After all, Mu Nannan was sympathetic.

Even if she was displeased and annoyed by the villagers' behavior of harassing people all day long, she wouldn't have the heart to really let them not have a bite of food during the New Year's Eve.

However, this is the only kindness she has.

No matter how many, or no matter how greedy the villagers are, there will be nothing left.

　Boers, today is the 17th, and there will be a two-day explosive update on the 23rd and 24th of this month, please wait patiently
　　(I am working hard to save the manuscript these days. I hope that after the explosive update, I can maintain the updated word count of about 6000 words every day. After all, I think my update is a bit slow)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)