As soon as Zhao Yonghai saw the poor old woman Gu Yuehua in front of him, he inexplicably thought of his mother Ye Qingzhou.

He immediately picked up two steamed buns and sent them to Gu Yuehua, "These steamed buns, you eat them with your uncle and the children at home first, and when you finish eating, come to me again, I, Zhao Yonghai, will definitely help you find a way." ”

Although his mother, Ye Qingzhou, did not explain to Zhao Yonghai when he came, what should be done in such a situation, but the kindness in his heart and his sympathy for the elderly mother of the fallen hero in the same village still wanted to help her find an errand to make ends meet.

Seeing his aunt Gu Yuehua gratefully take over the steamed buns, Zhao Yonghai instantly thought that his mother had given him a sachet when he came, saying that when he encountered a problem, he would open it when he encountered a problem, and the people inside would come up with a solution.

However, when Zhao Yonghai opened the sachet, he found that there was a small copper mirror inside, and in the mirror was his slightly sad face.

In addition to being shocked, he was even more excited, he didn't expect his mother to trust him so much.

"Uncle Yonghai, do you think I can take the child over?" At this time, a young daughter-in-law in the village who was holding a three- or five-month-old baby also stepped forward timidly.

And around her, there stood three or four more such women.

In Zhao Yonghai's mind, a thought flashed in an instant.

Immediately, he looked at the villagers who had basically signed up, bowed to everyone, and handed over the follow-up things that had already been agreed upon directly to Niu Dazhuang, who was in charge, and he quickly rushed to Zhuangzi.

It's just that he just walked a few steps, then quickly turned back, took a few steamed buns and a big bowl of porridge, and personally brought them to the door of his younger brother Zhao Yongbo's house.

"Take these things home and share them." Zhao Yonghai looked at the two girls who were looking at him timidly at the door, and sent the things in his hand over.

Although his younger brother Zhao Yongbo and younger sister Wang Hongxia are not the same thing, and they have done a lot of things to be sorry for themselves and their mothers, but in any case, the child is innocent.

He couldn't really watch his eccentric father starve alive.

After all, blood is thicker than water.

Zhao Yonghai looked at the shadowy figure of his father behind the leaky door, and said to the two children in front of him: "In the future, if you are hungry, come to the uncle." ”

Zhao Yonghai said that, he strode away and rode quickly to Zhuangzi.

When he arrived at the place, he told his mother Ye Qingzhou about the things he had encountered in the village before.

"Mother, can you give me a little bit of the seed you prayed for? I want to distribute those seeds to those in our village who can't come to work in the village, hoping to help them tide over the current difficulties. Zhao Yonghai also knew that although his mother was capable and kind-hearted, the Dou family's Zhuangzi always wanted Dou Yuanliang to be the master of the family.

But the other party is a businessman, and at this time, if he brings back a group of old and weak women and children who are unable to engage in heavy physical work, even if the other party doesn't say anything in the face of his mother, it is still difficult to guarantee that he will not be resentful after a long time.

Although Zhao Yonghai can't say the truth that "it is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish", he knows that instead of doing everything possible to help them find an impossible position, it is better to give the old and weak women and children in the village who cannot come out have some ways to make ends meet by themselves.

"How much do you want?" Ye Qingzhou was very pleased with his son's approach.

"Let's start with ten catties of grain and some vegetable seeds." If there are too many, they will definitely not be able to keep them busy, and this is enough to get them through this difficult season.

"Okay." Ye Qingzhou handed over a few bags of seeds that had been soaked in the spiritual spring overnight and absorbed enough spiritual energy to his son Zhao Yonghai.

In this way, when these seeds are planted in the field, they can still grow things, no matter how barren the land and how harsh the environment, and the harvest will be more pleasing than in the usual good season.

The main thing is that they grow and mature in less than a tenth of the average crop.

"However, you must tell them that these seeds are blessed by God, and when they are harvested, they will need to use the food within their power to help others." Ye Qingzhou wants to help them in the most acceptable way for people of this era.

"Okay mother, my son remembers." I don't know when it began, in Zhao Yonghai's heart, his mother Ye Qingzhou had already become a living Bodhisattva-like existence.

Not only can they do things that others can't, but they are also great, kind, and full of wisdom.

That night, Zhao Yonghai rushed back to Zhaojia Village with two large bags of grain and some vegetable seeds.

He distributed the seeds according to the number of people in the village in the evening who could not sign up to work in the village.

In the end, he also took the initiative to help his aunt Gu Yuehua, who was immobile, and planted all the seeds in the field, "Auntie, five days at the earliest, one day at the earliest, these seeds should be able to grow, and I will come back then." ”

Zhao Yonghai left the bag of white noodles he brought, and then strode into the dark night.

The gray-haired Gu Yuehua hugged his five or six-year-old grandson in his arms, and the tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

Gu Yuehua could only use her most instinctive way to repay her kindness, and said to her grandson in her arms: "Serve the country, quickly kowtow to Uncle Yonghai." ”

"He's a great benefactor of our family!"