Si Si forcibly endured to spit out the tortilla in his mouth*, and reluctantly swallowed a mouthful of the cake, Zhang Jie and Shangguan next to him also picked up the cake, took a bite, paused for a while, and then ate it fiercely, as if he had a grudge against this cake, and the pace of eating was quite fast.

After the body got used to this bitter taste, Sisi ate the cake again, the cake of Yanwang's family was about the size of an adult's palm, Sisi endured the nausea and ate the cake in his hand, and quickly sandwiched a few pieces of bacon into his mouth to suppress the bitter taste, which made him feel better.

Shangguan and Zhang Jie only ate one cake, and they didn't take the second piece, this kind of mixed cake is too challenging for people's taste buds.

Ah Gui only ate one piece, looking at his frowning thick eyebrows, he didn't think he had ever suffered this kind of hardship.

"When I used to come, it was all good grain, and this kind of cake was the first time I ate it, and my pigs don't eat this kind of cake." Ah Gui has a lot of resentment, if it weren't for Sisi's fifty yuan a day, he wouldn't have eaten this kind of bitter cake!

Yan Wang ate with relish, chewing the cakes in a big gulp, occasionally drinking wine, and eating delicious food, which was very beautiful.

Sisi took out the camera and took a few photos of the good cake and the mixed cake, although the two cakes look golden in color, but there is still a difference in the careful look, the good corn flour is pure yellow, the color is very bright, and the yellow of the mixed cake is not so bright, with a little dark color.

Those moldy jade powder fans Sisi also took photos, and also packed a small bag in a bag, ready to take back as evidence.

Originally, Sisi wanted to explain, but Uncle Yanwang didn't ask a word, he was very cooperative with her, and his expression was a little strange when he looked at her, as if he was thinking something.

In the afternoon, Sisi and Zhang Jie visited the whole village under the leadership of Yanwang and Agui, and found that the living conditions of the villagers in the village were really bad, such as Yanwang's family could eat mixed cakes every day, and some people couldn't even eat mixed cakes, and they had to mix some wild vegetables into it.

It's even more bitter than the moon-shaped village when Sisi first came over for seven years, and it's 96 years now, why do you still have such a hard life?

Yan Wang sighed, "Our village depends on God to eat, last year there was not much rain, the harvest was not good, this year there has been no rain since the beginning of summer, it doesn't look too good, of course the food has to be saved, otherwise the winter will be sad." ”

"Doesn't the government care?" Zhang Jie couldn't help but interject and asked.

"Whatever, aren't all those grains issued by the government, if we don't have those grains, our lives will be sad!"

Yan Wang couldn't tell the difference between the foundation and the government, in his opinion, the foundation was not the government!

Sisi didn't explain to him the difference between the foundation and the government, and I believe that even if he did, Yan Wang wouldn't understand.

Then they found some commonly used medicines issued by the health center, and sure enough, they were all medicines that had expired for one year or two, but most of the people in the village were illiterate, and they could not read the production date on the medicine box.

"These medicines are not good, it's useless to take them, and it hurts!" A middle-aged woman said to Sisi and them.

After Agui's inquiry, the middle-aged woman chattered and said, it turned out that she had diarrhea two months ago, thinking of these medicines, she took out the medicine that the doctor said to treat diarrhea and took two tablets, but she didn't think about it, after the medicine was eaten, the diarrhea was even worse, and the whole body hurt tightly, and she couldn't get up when she was lying on the bed, so frightened that her husband went to the mountains to dig herbs and came back to cook and drink for her.

Sisi recorded all the words the woman said, and took out the medicine she had taken to take pictures, and Shangguan took a video recorder to record the video, and the villagers gathered around them as if they were looking at diorama, talking non-stop.

Some people reported that the quilt was not warm enough, and the hard cover on the body was like a wooden plank, and some people said that there were fewer clothes, and the people in the village were not enough, of course, the most common reaction was the food problem.

"We didn't have any other ideas, so we thought we could give us some food that wouldn't be completely moldy, so that we wouldn't vomit yellow water when we ate it."

"It's just food, I just hope that the government can repair the roads in our village, so that I can go out and earn money, so that we always have to ask the government to help us, and we don't want to eat!"

Sisi also asked about the children's reading, and according to Yanwang, there was a school forty miles away from the village, and a team of all the children from the village were studying in that school.

"There are only three teachers in the school, two are locals, one is from a big city, a handsome young man, I heard that he is a college student, a civil and military all-rounder, singing, painting and writing big words, but amazing!"

Yan Wang kept praising Teacher Yan from a big city, and even said that he wanted to marry his eldest daughter to Teacher Yan before, but unfortunately Teacher Yan thought his daughter was too young and didn't agree.

"How old was your daughter?" Zhang Jie asked curiously.

"Fifteen."

"How old is Mr. Yan?"

Yan Wang couldn't figure it out, thought about it and said: "I don't know, he came to us sixteen years ago, and he looked similar to him now, no big changes, it should be similar to me." ”

Zhang Jie rolled her eyes, no wonder Teacher Yan wanted to refuse, find a son-in-law who is about the same age as herself, your heart as a father is really wide!

They only stayed for one night, and the next morning they said goodbye and left, leaving five hundred yuan and a bag of wine and a box of chocolates for Yanwang's family.

She didn't dare to keep more, after all, she only carried a bag, and if she kept too much, she would be suspicious.

The second stop is the Mochong Village, which is a hill away from the Jianding Village, and sure enough, the situation of the Mochong Village is worse than that of the Jianding Village.

The same is true for Mochong Village, which is different from Jianding Village, where a posthumous person died of those medicines last year.

Sisi and the others found the deceased's home, the deceased's parents were there, and they took out the medicine that killed their son, which was a box of expired anti-inflammatory drugs, that is, antibiotics.

According to the mother of the deceased, his son had a cold and cough very badly in the past few days, and the baby's father was going to go to the mountains to dig up some herbs and come back to boil water for the baby to drink, but the baby said that this medicine is more powerful than herbal medicine, and it will be better if you eat a few tablets.

"But the baby he only ate three tablets, and at night it was not good, the whole body was swollen, and he shouted that it hurt, and he was sent to the health center for two days and was not saved, woo, my baby is only sixteen years old!"

The two couples seemed to be aroused by Sisi and they cried heartbreakingly, but unfortunately, the sixteen-year-old boy did not even have a photo.

"I'm afraid that after a long time, I won't even be able to remember the appearance of my baby, so what can I do?" Mother said with tears in her eyes.

Sisi was saddened by her, took out a pen and paper from her bag, and drew according to the couple's story, at first everyone didn't know what Sisi was going to do, and when they saw the avatar that gradually came out on the paper, everyone was stunned.

After a while, the portrait of a young boy jumped on the paper, and the mother of the deceased stared at the portrait, her tears flowing more fiercely, and her mouth was full of words.

"It's my baby! My baby is so handsome! (To be continued.) )