The two old men were talking animatedly when they suddenly heard a sound at the courtyard door.
Mengyu's consciousness swept away and she found a man in his forties entering the house.
The old lady then asked: "Has Victory returned?"
A man's voice answered: "Mom, I'm back, why aren't you asleep yet?"
"Mom had already gone to bed and woke up again when she heard the knock on the door. Why are you back so late?"
"Oh, the car we took after work broke down on the road, so we were a little late when we came back."
"There is food hot on the stove. You can go to bed early after eating."
"Okay mom."
Needless to say, the person who came back in the middle of the night must be Wang Yingying's husband. He must be working somewhere.
While they were talking, Wang Yingying had already gotten up, greeted the man, and took out the hot food on the stove for him.
Wang Yingying murmured to her husband, and Mengyu listened and knew that it was Wang Yingying who had "reported" today's events to her husband.
Nan Mengyu was worried that Wang Yingying's husband would blame her, but who knew that her husband actually agreed that she was doing the right thing.
"Without Xiaonan, there wouldn't be our pair of boys. If they want, let them live in our house. As for food, I will find a way."
"They have their own food, a whole bag of rice, and they can't eat from us." Wang Yingying said quickly.
"Well, since they have rice, let's lend them a pot and let them cook it themselves. Let's not miss other people's rice," the man said.
Nan Mengyu first listened to the words of the two old people, and then listened to the words of Wang Yingying and his wife, and she felt a little moved in her heart.
This family obviously only has a few kilograms of rice, a few hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes, and a dozen pumpkins left. And there are six people in their family. It is certain that these foods will not last until next year's new grain.
At this time, food is the most precious. She deliberately showed off her "richness" and took out a large bag of rice from the basket. If it were anyone else, they would probably be thinking about how to take the bag of rice she took out as their own.
Well, but no one in this family had that idea.
We really are not a family, we don’t go through the same door.
In this world, there are selfish and mean Lin Dazui family, and there are also kind-hearted families like Wang Yingying.
There is an old saying that is true: a house that accumulates good deeds will always be happy!
After Wang Yingying's family fell asleep, Nan Mengyu quietly put away her thatched hut, then took out five 100-jin bags of rice and placed them in the side room where she slept. Plus a bag of rice that she had taken out earlier through a basket on her back.
Bags, six bags together.
These 600 rice are not enough for their family to eat freely, but if they eat sparingly, their family of six can eat until they harvest new grains next year.
She looked around, then quietly opened the door and left.
Early the next morning, Wang Yingying went to wake them up for breakfast, but found that the door was open, the people were gone, and six bags of rice were left in the room.
She was so surprised that she quickly closed the door, then quietly called her husband over and showed him the food left by Nan Mengyu.
Zhao Desheng was also shocked: "Where did this rice come from?"
Wang Yingying was also confused: "I don't know either. This house was arranged for Leng Xiangning and her daughter to live in last night. This morning I came over to ask them to have breakfast, and I found that the people were gone, and only this food was here."
Zhao Desheng sighed: "Needless to say, this rice must have been given to us by Leng Xiangning and her daughter."
Wang Yingying still couldn't figure it out: "They obviously just came with two big baskets on their backs, how could there be so much rice? Where did they get so much rice?"