Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Because of the good example set by Shen Zhihuan, those wealthy and talented people in Beijing all donated generously.

Donate money and materials.

This fundraising was unprecedentedly successful.

Yu Jingyan did not delay and sent the collected money and supplies to North City overnight.

The leaders above even gave a strict order to the flour mill, requiring it to ensure the food supply in the north city and not let the disaster-stricken people in the north city go hungry.

Su Changjiang, Su Zijun and Zhou Xiuqiao, who work at the flour mill, have been working non-stop recently.

So much so that Shen Zhihuan, a big idler, hadn't seen them for several days.

After Su Ziyu left, Shen Weidong and Su Qiping were watching over him. Shen Zhihuan, who had some free time, started to collect manuscripts again.

In just one month, Shen Zhihuan had accumulated a thick stack of manuscripts.

"Mom, it's time for dinner." The little guy rushed into the study like a little cannonball, stretched out his little arms, and hugged Shen Zhihuan's legs tightly.

The little face that was tilted up was white and tender, just like a freshly peeled egg.

Shen Zhihuan put away the manuscript and picked up the little guy and put him on his lap.

"What delicious food did grandma make for lunch today?"

"Big flower roll." The little guy blinked his big black eyes and answered seriously.

"Guaiguai, do you like eating big flower rolls?" Shen Zhihuan stood up and walked out holding the little guy.

"I like it!" the little guy nodded.

Shen Zhihuan carried the little guy to the well to wash his hands, and then went to Yard No. 1.

Su Qiping and Shen Weidong, one holding the bowl and chopsticks and the other holding the steamed buns, looked like little adults.

On the dinner table, there are yam and pork ribs soup, twice-cooked pork with green peppers, and stir-fried green vegetables, the smell of which makes people's appetite increase.

Because the little guy wanted to eat, Zhang Fengxia cut the green vegetables into small pieces to make it easier for the little guy to eat.

The yam and spareribs are also stewed until they are exceptionally soft.

Zhang Fengxia has put a lot of thought into her beloved grandson.

"Zhihuan, did Ziyu call home yesterday?" Ever since Su Ziyu went to Beicheng, this has become Zhang Fengxia's catchphrase.

"Yes, he called. He said that things in North City have been almost dealt with, and the remaining finishing work can be handled by the local staff in North City." Shen Zhihuan picked up a piece of pork ribs with chopsticks and put it into Zhang Fengxia's bowl.

"Did he say when he would be back?" Zhang Fengxia seemed relieved.

If a son lives to be a hundred, his mother will worry until ninety-nine.

"After finishing the work in North City, we have to go through the exercises. I guess I won't be back this month." Shen Zhihuan put another piece of pork ribs into the bowls of Shen Weidong and Su Qiping.

"Mom, don't worry too much. Ziyu will take good care of himself."

As soon as the rain stops, the flood water will recede in two or three days.

The top priority is post-disaster search and rescue work and the resettlement of the affected people.

The search and rescue work and the resettlement of the affected people are nearing completion, and their mission is considered accomplished.

As for post-disaster reconstruction...

That's the job of the local staff.

"When he is not around, I always feel uneasy." Zhang Fengxia sighed.

Before, when she was at home, she only knew that her son was in the army, but she had no idea what he was doing specifically.

Those who don’t know are fearless.

Now, knowing that her son had gone to such a dangerous place, she felt uneasy and lost.

"Mom, just don't worry! Your second son is very capable!" Shen Zhihuan smiled and put a piece of twice-cooked pork into Zhang Fengxia's bowl with chopsticks.

Compared to those tasks that cannot be spoken of, these search and rescue tasks are nothing more than child's play.

"Mom, when will my dad come back?" The little guy swallowed the yam in his mouth, looked up at Shen Zhihuan, and asked in a milky voice.

"What? Do you miss your dad?" Shen Zhihuan smiled and put the lean meat with bones removed into the little guy's bowl. The little guy nodded heavily.

"Then when your dad calls later in the evening, tell him that you miss him, okay?" Shen Zhihuan smiled and scratched the little guy's nose.

"Okay!" The little guy nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"We are very filial children. We all know that we miss our father." Zhang Fengxia looked relieved.

Is there anything that can make an old man happier than having his children and grandchildren be filial to him? !
Everyone was having fun here, but Shen Zhilan was feeling gloomy and depressed.

Looking at the almost empty rice jar and the empty oil bottle, Shen Zhilan's brows were almost twisted into a knot.

Old Mrs. Yang was half paralyzed in bed and needed someone to take care of her. Three-year-old Yang Ming was at an age when he was hated by everyone, so he couldn't be left alone by anyone, young or old.

Shen Zhilan lost her job and Yang Sanhong rarely showed up. When she came occasionally, she would just stand there for a while and then leave.

Afraid of getting something dirty on my body.

Not to mention helping take care of old lady Yang.

Whenever she mentioned that Old Lady Yang needed someone to take care of her, she would either avoid the subject or simply pretend not to understand.

Take care, no.

No money, no tickets.

When "Li Qiuhua" was around, she could help her from time to time.

just now……

The food, drink, shelter and urination of their whole family, young and old, depend on Yang Zhongyi's fixed monthly salary of 35 yuan.

If they were all healthy, thirty-five yuan would be enough for their family to eat and drink. Unfortunately, Old Lady Yang was half paralyzed and her health was not as good as before. She would have a headache or fever every now and then.

In addition, the living standard in Beijing is high and there is no surplus in the family, so Yang Zhongyi's 35 yuan per month seems a bit stretched.

"Gone again?" Yang Zhongyi followed Shen Zhilan's gaze and frowned.

Today is only the 23rd, and there is still a week until the end of the month when salary is paid.

"Or I'll go ask my elder sister to borrow some later." Shen Zhilan said in a low voice.

"This is the only way." Yang Zhongyi couldn't help but sigh.

For a week, even if they don’t eat it, the elderly and children will have to eat it!

"Why don't we wait for the old man to come back and then go and beg him..." Shen Zhilan said tentatively.

There are four mouths to feed at home, I can’t borrow money every month!

It’s okay now that the child is young, but what about when he grows up?
Eating, drinking, defecating, socializing, studying...

Which one doesn’t cost money?!

We can’t let our children be illiterate like her!
Yang Zhongyi looked down at his work clothes that had become a little pale from washing, and said nothing.

"If you don't want to go, I will take Mingming with me when the old man comes back. Even if the old man doesn't give face to me as his granddaughter, he will help us because of Mingming, his great-grandson." Shen Zhilan frowned.

If it were in the past, Shen Zhilan would definitely not be willing to bow her head and beg others.

But now...

As long as the elderly and children at home can have enough food to eat, she would not hesitate to ask the old man for help, or even kowtow to the sickly person.

"Let's go together!" Yang Zhongyi looked up at Shen Zhilan, his eyes filled with a calm and complex emotion.

"Yeah!" Shen Zhilan's face lit up with joy.

It seemed as if a position as a regular employee was waiting for her ahead.

"You really should learn from your elder sister." Yang Zhongyi stopped there.

Shen Zhilan nodded, "Don't worry! I will never get sick with that disease again..."

Noticing that Yang Zhongyi frowned, she quickly changed her words, "Shen Zhihuan is making a fuss." (End of this chapter)