Tian Xinzhuang and Tian Xinmiao chatted until ten o'clock, and then Tian Xinzhuang reluctantly went to Ruan Haoming's hut arranged for him to rest.

As soon as the next day dawned, Tian Xinmiao got up to prepare breakfast.

At Wu's insistence, Tian Xinmiao beat two poached eggs for his brother.

When the two of them said a few more words and came out of her hut, they saw Wu struggling to pull the sack out from the door of Ruan Haoming's hut.

"Xinmiao, come over and help my mother, my mother really can't move alone."

"Mother, what are you doing here?" Tian Xinmiao's heart couldn't help moving, and he unconsciously felt warmth.

"Xinmiao, we don't have any good things at home, just have surplus food, so let Xinzhuang pull back three sacks."

She knew that there had been a great drought in the mountains in the past two years, and Tian Xinmiao's family must be short of food.

"Mother, this-" Although Tian Xinmiao's heart was warm, she seemed to feel that something was wrong.

"Auntie, this is absolutely unacceptable, how can there be a surplus of food, you must be useful if you keep it."

"Xinmiao, come here." Wu tugged tentatively again, perhaps it took a lot of effort to drag the sack to the door, and his hands were already weak and weak.

But seeing Tian Xinmiao standing in front of the donkey cart that had been set up with an embarrassed face, Wu couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Xinmiao, why are you not sensible? You heard my mother say that although our family's surplus grain is not much, this year's new grain will come down in more than two months, and it is useless to keep these grains, but you should know better than me about the situation in the mountains, why don't you feel sorry for your father and brother? ”

"Mother, I, I'll come here."

"Miao Miao—"

Tian Xinzhuang hurriedly grabbed Tian Xinmiao's arm, and his heart was extremely entangled.

They are indeed short of food, but he came to see his sister, so why is he embarrassed to pull food from here?

"Brother, since my mother said so, you should listen to my mother!"

Tian Xinmiao used his skill, broke away from Tian Xinzhuang's pull, and walked to Wu.

With great difficulty, the two lifted a sack of grain, trembled across the threshold, and walked towards the donkey cart.

"I-I'll come—"

Tian Xinzhuang is still entangled, but he no longer insists in his heart, he only hopes that God can fight for some gas this year, and when the grain is harvested, he will return the grain.

Tian Xinzhuang is the same height as Ruan Haocheng, and he has a lot of strength, and he quickly loaded three sacks of grain onto the donkey cart.

During this period, Wu also brought out a cloth bag from the inside of the gate and behind the gatehouse.

"This is some small rape, spinach and leeks in our own field behind the house, if you take them back, I'm afraid the mountain ones haven't grown yet."

"Thank you, auntie." The grain was pulled, and Tian Xinzhuang, a bag of vegetables, was no longer embarrassed to be polite.

Tian Xinzhuang walked out of the gate with a complicated mood under the farewell of Tian Xinmiao and Wu, went down the small slope in front of the door, waved his hand to Tian Xinmiao and Wu, and then walked all the way to the right along the road, and slowly walked on the road that passed through Niueryuan and went to Qingcaoling.

Niueryuan is much higher than the village, and although the road winds up, the slope is not gentle.

Tian Xinzhuang was afraid that the donkey pulling the cart would be too laborious, so he didn't dare to get on the car, and just walked on the side and gently shouted and drove the donkey forward.

When he walked to a turn in the middle of the slope, Tian Xinzhuang's pace of catching up with the car couldn't help but slow down.

Not far from him, where the steepest and softest loess of the road was at its thickest, a young woman was laboriously pulling a cart that appeared to be pulling manure (farm manure).