Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Yang Mo went over and first put out the firewood he had picked up, and piled them together against the side wall of the shed.And carefully stack the rough and fine firewood separately.

The walls of this shed are also adobe walls, but the top is a grid woven with thick wooden strips, and thatch is placed on top of it.

After putting away the firewood, Yang Mo took out a carrying basket and carried it on his back, then walked to the door and knocked lightly on the door.

The door was nailed with broken boards, and it wobbled even if it was knocked hard, and there was air leaking everywhere.

Knocked twice, but there was no answer in the room.

Yang Mo had no choice but to knock twice, she didn't dare to knock loudly, who knows what's going on with the people around, people who come here for the first time have to be careful.

This time there was an echo inside.

"Who?" It was Elder Wang's voice.

"Old Wang, it's me, Xiao Yang." Yang Mo replied in a low voice.

Then Yang Mo heard the sound of someone going down to the ground.

The door opened, Mr. Wang looked at Yang Mo with a somewhat sloppy face, then stretched out his head to look around, and said, "Come in quickly."

Yang Mo entered the room.

Although the walls of this dilapidated house are all adobe walls, there are many cracks. Although there is no air leakage, it looks really dilapidated.

A kang is not small, and the tattered luggage on it is only enough for one person to cover, and an old woman is lying on the kang sleeping heavily.

The stove eye is on the side of the earthen wall, and there is an earthen jar supported by three broken stones at the mouth of the stove, which should be the place to eat.

There is a broken package on the side of the kang, which should be clothes or something else.

There was a pile of corn stalks and rotten firewood piled on the ground, which should be a fire.

There was nothing left in the room except for the two broken wooden bowls in the corner.

After Yang Mo looked at it, he felt a little blocked.

Not because of Wang Lao's status, but because of this kind of life.

When a person owns a lot, he will inevitably have a heart of compassion, just like the old saying: "If you are rich, you will benefit the world, but if you are poor, you will be alone."

In later generations, Papa Ma’s Ant Forest, Boss Cao’s tens of billions of donations, and Gu Zai’s Hope Primary School are actually a way to benefit the world.

Yang Mo may not have such lofty ambitions, but she is willing to help some people without affecting her own life.

Not to mention the high-ranking ones like giving roses, the satisfaction she gets after helping others makes her very happy.

Everyone has this kind of mentality, but it is obvious and subtle. It is hypocritical to say that there is no such thing as purely helping others.

"Xiao Yang, you are really here." Elder Wang said after letting Yang Mo into the house.

Yang Mo nodded: "Of course, I promised you that I must do it."

Elder Wang chuckled twice and said, "Xiao Yang, sit down."

Yang Mo put down the back basket, and said: "Old Wang, the firewood has been piled up at the base of the wall outside. It may be enough for you to burn for a month. I'll deliver it to you when it's almost done. Don't go up the mountain yourself. .”

Yang Mo reminded, it's okay now, but it will get colder and colder in the day after tomorrow. If it snows, for Wang Lao with legs and feet, going up the mountain is to toss his few lifespans.

Elder Wang nodded and said nothing else.

He was actually very pleased that Yang Mo came over today.

All his life as a soldier, he licked blood with the head of a knife, and he has seen countless private people, and he has never seen any kind of person, so when he saw Yang Mo at first sight, he knew that this girl was a good one.

Not to mention feeding fine grains to him, a comatose old man who trembles three times a step, but just to give him firewood and food later on, it can be seen that this girl is purely out of kindness.

When he said his name, she was not afraid, and treated herself with great respect, which made Mr. Wang slightly fluctuate. It has been almost ten years since no one has respected herself so much.

Xiao Yang not only keeps a distance from himself as a "bad" person, but also comes to see himself and the old woman. At this time, Mr. Wang has already seen Yang Mo's relatives.

Yang Mo didn't know these thoughts of Elder Wang, she opened the back basket there, and then took out all kinds of things.

While going to take out, he said: "Old Wang, I brought you some food, you should eat, I will send it to you again when the time comes."

Flour and rice are each in a small package, weighing five catties.

There are more cornmeal, ten catties.

One piece of bacon, one piece of sauced meat, no jerky, that stuff is hard, not suitable for Mr. Wang.

Thirty eggs, all boiled white eggs.

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Looking at these things, old man Wang couldn't calm down anymore, not to mention giving this old man a random grain to eat, he would be grateful, but he didn't expect that it was all good things.

"Xiao Yang, why did this happen? These are all good things, you have to eat them too. Besides, your family should talk about you."

Mr. Wang is right. In this day and age, no matter whether Yang Mo is married or not, if a girl takes such a good thing outside, the family will say it.

Yang Mo said with a smile: "I'm alone, don't worry you old man, I can still do this."

With that said, he took out the rest of the things.

Six steamed buns and a stack of egg pancakes.

There is also a rabbit and a flying dragon caught on the mountain.

Yang Mo: "That's all. Don't worry about it. Bring back your bones. You should know what winter is like here. I'll send it to you when it's gone."

Wang Lao really couldn't calm down: "This is too much, Xiao Yang, I really don't need it, just give me some corn noodles."

Yang Mo said with a smile: "I've come all this way, you won't let me recite it back, besides, I only give you old points if I have enough, don't worry, I won't starve myself , I am not generous enough to take care of you without enough food."

As soon as he said this, Wang Lao laughed. He knew that it was Yang Mo who was trying to comfort him.

"That's fine, old man, I have the cheek to accept it, it's just hard for you."

Yang Mo shook his head: "No, do you always eat dinner? This cake is still warm, do you want some?"

"By the way, I really haven't eaten yet, Xiao Yang, wait a minute." Then, Mr. Wang went to the side of the kang, pushed the old woman, and said, "Hui Wen, Hui Wen, Xiao Yang has come to see us."

It took the old woman a long time to open her eyes, looked at Mr. Wang, and said, "What's the matter, are you going to work again?"

Mr. Wang: "Xiao Yang is here. It's the Xiao Yang I told you about during the day. You should also get up and have a look and eat something."

The old woman struggled to get up, her clothes were also torn.

When the old woman turned her head, Yang Mo realized that the old woman's condition was even worse.

His face was pale and bloodless, his eyes were sunken, and he lacked any expression.

This is a situation where the body has been boiled to the extreme, with a look of exhaustion.

But when the old lady turned her head to look at Yang Mo, her eyes recovered a little, and she said, "Girl, I'm sorry to trouble you."

His voice was a bit dry, and he spoke extremely slowly.

Yang Mo hurriedly took out the water bottle, leaned forward and said, "You should drink some water first."

The water in Yang Mo's pot is sugar water, just to relieve the smell.

After the old woman took two sips, it seemed that the dry and cracked riverbed had been nourished, and her voice became less hoarse.

"You are Xiao Yang, a handsome girl."

The voice of the old man is very gentle, and there is a little smile. It can be seen that he is kind, but there is something wrong with his image.