Song Hongguo's nod undoubtedly made Qiao Yonghui feel a long-lost surprise, and in an instant, his face, which was so indifferent that it was almost dead and silent, burst out with a scorching light, it was hope, it was vitality, as if someone had helped him light a fire in the cold and helpless dark night, allowing him to find a way out of a desperate situation......

He was afraid that he would be happy and sad, and even more afraid that it would be a dream, so he asked again uncertainly, "Really?" Do you really have a way to cure my mom and my eldest sister? ”

If there was no spiritual spring water, Song Hongguo really didn't dare to pack the ticket, now, just think that Wang Erni has done a good thing indirectly, she nodded again, but what should be made clear has to be made clear, "Your mother's illness has dragged on for too long, you have to drink medicine for a period of time to recuperate, your eldest sister's injuries are easy to treat, and the root of the disease caused by the miscarriage can be removed, but her psychological problems cannot be cured by medicine, she has to think about it herself, and you should persuade her more......"

Qiao Yonghui thought of the appearance of the eldest sister lying half-dead on the bed, and the little flame that had just risen in his heart cooled down a little, but in the end, he had the strength to do it, "I understand, as long as she is fine, the rest...... Take your time. ”

Zhao Zhenhua echoed, "Yes, treat the disease first, the body is well, and the rest will slowly get better, and the girls in our village are not bullied by anyone." ”

These words are undoubtedly supporting Qiao Yonghui.

Qiao Yonghui subconsciously refused, "Don't worry about ......"

He didn't want to cause trouble for the Zhao family, so he secretly took care of him in private, and he kept it all in his heart, but he couldn't afford the protection on the surface, and he didn't dare to ask for it.

Zhao Zhenhua glanced at him, "Don't worry, you can't get into trouble, this time you're hunting, you can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, those people know your feelings, and our village has to remember your good, even if my father helps you say a few words, no one will be crooked, one yard is one yard." ”

"But my ingredients ......" Qiao Yonghui mentioned this, his eyes were dark as if he had fallen into the night again, and he could never be redeemed.

When it came to the problem of ingredients, Zhao Zhenhua was also bald, and couldn't help but look at Song Hongguo, Song Hongguo said in a calm tone, "It was proposed above, don't engage in 'ingredient theory'." ”

Zhao Zhenhua looked dazed, "What do you mean?" ”

Qiao Yonghui also looked at her ignorantly, he had a guess in his heart, but he couldn't believe it, he was afraid that the greater the hope, and he would fall to pieces when he fell.

Song Hongguo explained, "What this means is that the ingredients still have to be looked at, but don't just look at the ingredients, but also look at the individual performance,...... If you are from a family, you can draw a clear line with the past, so judging a person's position cannot only look at his family background, but also look at his actual performance. ”

Zhao Zhenhua asked excitedly, "Really?" ”

Song Hongguo nodded, "The big leader said." ”

This sentence is more useful than anything else, Zhao Zhenhua smiled and punched Qiao Yonghui, "Did you hear that?" The big leader also said, you can't just look at the ingredients, but also look at the actual performance, your realistic performance, who dares to say that it is not good? ”

Qiao Yonghui was still immersed in a trance of disbelief, he looked at Song Hongguo, the rising sun, shining on her face, warm and bright, people couldn't control their desire to follow closer, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, he couldn't move a step, his throat was blocked, and his voice was dry and hoarse, "Are you...... Where did you hear about it? ”

Song Hongguo said, "I forgot which newspaper I read it from before, I'll help you find it when I go back." ”

“…… Thank you, thank you! Qiao Yonghui didn't know what else to say, nothing could express his inner feelings at the moment, he clenched his fists and muttered, "Thank you......"

As he left, his back finally straightened up.

Zhao Zhenhua waited for him to go out of the gate before he said to Song Hongguo, "Before the Qiao family, they were not bad for the people in the village, and they caught up with the bad year, and they also opened a warehouse to release grain relief, who in the whole village dared to say that they had not received the favor of the Qiao family?" Why did my father take care of him in private, it was also because of this, the ancestors of the Zhao family, if they didn't have the food given by the Qiao family, they wouldn't have survived, how could we still have our children and grandchildren? Man, no matter what time it is, you must not be ungrateful. ”

Song Hongguo understood what he meant, "Don't worry, I will definitely help if I can." ”

"Is that medicine expensive? Don't be afraid to spend money, I'll tell my dad when I go back, and he will be happy to help pay the ...... first."

"No, he's already borrowed money from me anyway, so let's owe it together."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhua didn't fight with her anymore, but instead calculated with her how much Qiao Yonghui spent on treating the wound, which was considered a work injury, so the village was responsible.

This time, Song Hongguo was not polite and charged three yuan.

Zhao Zhenhua happily gave, when leaving, happy, satisfied, finally ate the cold skin that I was worried about for a night, yesterday I came back from hunting, and listened to the family keep talking about how delicious the cold skin is, and he is not fragrant when he eats meat.

Sending the two away, Song Hongguo went to prepare breakfast, in addition to the cool skin, she also made a few baskets of steamed dumplings, wild boar filling, in order to get rid of the fishy atmosphere, she chopped and marinated it last night, and it was soy sauce and pepper, green onions, ginger and pepper water were added three times, and they kept stirring, so that they were steamed out and took a bite, the juice flowed sideways, and the fragrance was delicious.

The brothers liked it very much, and they couldn't get enough of it.

Song Hongguo left enough food for the two of them at noon, and packed the rest and took it away, and Liangpi also brought two servings, which were prepared for Han Ying and Song Hongbing.

Along the way, the wheat fields on both sides have been in full swing, regardless of men, women and children, all wearing straw hats, bending over, holding a sickle in one hand, holding wheat straw in the other, sweating like rain repeating the same action, behind them, is a bundle of wheat stacks that are tied up, and soon they are pushed to the wheat field by a cart to expose to the sun, the heavy stone rollers are crushed over and over again, and the wooden forks keep turning and falling, waiting for the last particles to return to the warehouse.

During the harvest period, no one complained about the bitterness, no matter how hard and tired, the face was full of smiles, which was the unique joy of the harvest, and the viciousness of the sun was not as hot as the heart.

Plant in spring and harvest in autumn, store in summer and winter, day after day, year after year.

Song Hongguo's heart was stirred, and he had a deeper understanding and understanding of this era and the land under his feet, his bones and blood were compatible, and his heart was more down-to-earth.

And the system was infected by this scene, and opened a live broadcast a long time ago, parted ways with Song Hongguo, stayed in the village to shoot, and showed the most beautiful scenery of this era to future generations.

The live broadcast room was almost crowded, in the era of mechanized operation, such labor scenes have long been unseen, and the shooting of period dramas also seems fake, those working group performances, no matter how hard they perform, the actions are not in place, and the expressions are not real enough, and even many of them are just posing for pose, even the sweat is fake, what else can be true?

In the live broadcast footage, netizens seem to empathize with them just by looking at them, and those repetitive actions, from morning to night, actually don't feel bored.

When it was broadcast, the various data in the live broadcast room set a record high.