In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

Cheng Hai beside him also came forward, also looking at He Yushui's back, and sighed softly: "This little girl is warm-hearted. With her around, we have a lot more fun along the way."

Wang Jianguo nodded in agreement, and the two smiled at each other, then turned back to the busy work of sorting out supplies, making final preparations for the upcoming return journey.

Wang Jianguo and Cheng Hai quickly cheered up, tightened their cotton coats, and joined the team transporting supplies without hesitation.

At this time, the cold wind was still howling and raging in the courtyard of the supply and marketing cooperative, making people's cheeks hurt, but the two of them seemed unaware of it, and their hearts were filled with the urgency of transporting these precious materials to their destination as soon as possible.

The employees of the supply and marketing cooperative have already taken their positions. Everyone has a clear division of labor, cooperates well, shouts loud slogans, and forms a busy and orderly "assembly line".

Wang Jianguo was tall and strong, like a towering mountain. He strode quickly to the mountains of rice, flour, grain and oil.

He bent down, grasped the two corners of a bag of rice tightly with both hands, and with a "hey" sound, he carried it steadily onto his shoulders.

The bag of rice weighed dozens of kilograms, pressing down on him, causing his legs to tremble slightly, but he gritted his teeth and walked towards the truck step by step.

With every step he took, the snow on the ground would make a crackling sound, as if cheering him on.

Although Cheng Hai was a little thin, he was not willing to be outdone. He picked up a box of eggs with both hands. The box was very heavy.

But he adjusted his posture carefully, fearing that he would break an egg, and kept muttering:

"This is what the villagers are counting on for the New Year, and nothing can go wrong."

He took small steps and quickly followed Wang Jianguo, running towards the truck.

When the first truck was filled, everyone was already exhausted and panting, with beads of sweat rolling down their foreheads and instantly freezing into ice in the cold air.

But there was no time to stop. After a short breath, everyone rushed back to the warehouse and continued fighting.

Time passed quietly as they went back and forth, the cold wind became more and more biting, but the enthusiasm for moving the goods did not diminish at all. When the second truck was filled, everyone was exhausted.

Wang Jianguo's hands were rubbed red by the sack, and some places were even broken and blood was oozing out, but he simply wiped them on his clothes and prepared to continue working.

Cheng Hai's legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. Every step he took was extremely difficult. His eyes were covered with a thick layer of mist, and he had to take it off and wipe it from time to time in order to see the road clearly.

The faces of these people who were carrying the goods were all red, their clothes were soaked with sweat, and they were shivering in the cold wind, but when they looked at the two full trucks of supplies, their hearts were filled with a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, they had no time to feel too much emotion, and they had to drive again, braving the cold wind, rushing towards the train station, just to ensure that the supplies arrived on time and that the villagers could have a prosperous New Year with enough food and clothing.

Wang Jianguo stood in the busy and noisy courtyard of the supply and marketing cooperative. The biting cold wind cut his face like a knife, but he seemed unaware of it, and his eyes always followed the busy figures.

I saw young supply and marketing cooperative employees sweating profusely in the snow and ice. Some of them were carrying rice bags as heavy as mountains. Every step they took was difficult and firm, and their spines were slightly bent due to the pressure of the sacks on their shoulders.

Or they carefully hold a carton full of eggs, their eyes full of concentration and caution, afraid of accidentally breaking the precious eggs.

Others worked in groups of two, working together to lift huge oil drums, shouting loud slogans, and although their steps were staggering, they never stopped.

Wang Jianguo's eyes gradually became moist. He knew very well that these young men worked so hard not only to complete their work tasks, but also with the earnest hope that their fellow villagers could have a prosperous New Year.

He felt extremely distressed and thought to himself:

"During the Chinese New Year, they gave up the warm time of reunion with their families and were exhausted in the snow. I will never let their efforts go in vain."

Thinking of this, Wang Jianguo strode towards Cuiping, reached out and gently pulled the corner of her clothes. When Cuiping turned her head, he winked, indicating Cuiping to talk to him aside.

The two walked to a relatively quiet corner. The cold wind was still howling, blowing up the snow on the ground and making it fly wildly in the air.

Wang Jianguo first rubbed his frozen hands to restore some feeling to his fingertips, then he raised his head, looked at Cuiping sincerely, and said:

"Sister, look at these guys. It's so cold, and they are working so hard to help us move the goods! Although this is indeed their job."

"But we all understand that what they have done is far more than just physical labor. Each of them has the reputation of our supply and marketing cooperative in their hearts."

"We should appreciate the eagerness of our fellow villagers who are eagerly waiting for supplies for the New Year, and we should be grateful for their kindness."

As he spoke, Wang Jianguo's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with emotion.

He paused, raised his hand to unbutton the innermost button of his cotton coat, and took out a cloth bag carefully wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket.

Wang Jianguo held the cloth bag in both hands and slowly opened it, revealing a stack of neatly arranged banknotes.

There are brand new large-denomination bills, as well as slightly worn-out change, but these coins are shining with warm light under the gray sky.

Wang Jianguo handed the money to Cuiping and continued:

"Take this money and buy them something for the New Year. It doesn't have to be expensive, even if it's just a pair of new gloves for each person, so that their hands can be warmer when they work in this icy and snowy place."

"Or we can buy some hot roasted chestnuts with sugar so that they can fill their stomachs and sweeten their hearts after a busy day. It is a token of our appreciation, letting them know that their hard work is seen and remembered by everyone."

Every word Wang Jianguo said was like the warm sunshine in this winter day, dispelling some of the chill and making Cuiping feel warm in her heart.

Just as Na Cuiping was about to speak, her lips moved slightly and a hint of hesitation appeared on her face, as if she wanted to politely reject Wang Jianguo's kindness.

But before she could finish her words, Wang Jianguo waved his hand hastily, his eyes full of sincerity and persistence, and then said:

"Well, sister, please don't refuse. I mean it sincerely. Look at these guys. They are all exhausted and out of breath, but they are still full of energy."

"I saw and remembered how much hard work they put in to help us move the goods."

"If you don't accept this little money, I'll feel so guilty. I won't be able to face them next time."

Wang Jianguo's voice was a little anxious, and his tone was unquestionable firmness, as if this was a matter of great importance to his dignity and friendship.