Zanthoxylum bungeanum

Chapter 127

Li Yan handed the child back to Han Chunmao, and called Sanbo Niu to unload the mule together.

Liu Huaying opened the backpack and took out the twenty catties of flour inside and handed it to Han Chunmao.

"Officer Liu, it's tiring for you to carry it so far away." Han Chunmao was sincerely grateful to him. If it weren't for the clothes, quilts and food he sent on New Year's Eve, the whole family would not know how to survive.

Liu Huaying shook her hand, took out another envelope from her pocket, and handed it over, "The county government knew you were in difficulty, and specially allocated 8000 yuan to rebuild your house."

Han Chunmao took the envelope with shaking hands, "Thank you... Thank you, Officer Liu."

"You're wrong. It's not me you want to thank, but the country." Liu Huaying took out a pen and paper from her pocket again, "You count the money, and if the amount matches, write me a receipt."

Han Chunmao's nose was sour, and tears filled his eyes, "Thank you to the country, thank you to the county government, and thank you to the poverty alleviation workers for helping me when I was most difficult and helpless."

"Okay, man, you don't cry easily, cheer up, you are the pillar of the family, count the money quickly, and write me the receipt." Liu Huaying patted him on the shoulder and urged him.

8000 yuan is not much, but a house with mud walls and tile roofs can be built in the countryside. Li Yan is happy for Han Chunmao.

"Don't count, it must be right, I'll write it." Han Chunmao absolutely believed him, and reached out to take the pen.

Liu Huaying refused to give him the pen, "Please understand my work, you must count clearly in front of me before you can sign."

Han Chunmao had to take out the money and count it before writing the receipt.

Liu Huaying was folded by the note and put it in her arms, then took out a handful of noodles from her backpack, looked at Niu San, Li Yan, "I have noodles for dinner, how about you?"

Knowing that he was going to borrow money from someone, Niu San took out a plastic bag of steamed buns from his backpack, "I have this."

Li Yan blinked and looked at Liu Huaying, "Uncle Liu, I also brought noodles, let's cook together."

"Okay... ah, let me think about that house." Liu Huaying was a little embarrassed, after hearing Shen Wu's words, she didn't dare to take Yanzi to borrow pots and stoves from others.

Han Chunmao hurriedly said, "Where are you going to go, I have a pot here."

Everyone looked at the blackened aluminum pot on the brazier tripod, what was still boiling in it, a strange smell wafted out along with the white smoke around the pot, and the three of them shook their heads in unison.

"Oh, it's not this pot. I have herbs for wounds in it, for my younger brother." Han Chunmao pointed to the kitchen where he used to live, "There are two big stoves in it, but there is no pot. The pot in my own kitchen didn't burn out." Just moved over."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the kitchen to see that the pot was clean, and the tables and stools were old and neatly arranged.

"Han Chunmao's wife is diligent." Niu Sanbo knew it at a glance.

"Uncle Liu, give me the noodles, you sit and rest, and Sanbo Niu and I will cook." Li Yan arranged.

Liu Huaying stopped being polite and sat on a stool to rest.

After filling the pot with water and asking Niu Sanbo to light the fire, Li Yan took out the things she had brought.

A few handfuls of noodles, red onion oil meat sauce, chili oil, sauerkraut, salt, monosodium glutamate, a lunch box of cut sausages, and a lunch box of bacon.

Every time Liu Huaying brings a handful of noodles, seasonings in a plastic bottle, oil, salt, monosodium glutamate, or instant noodles, biscuits, etc. Seeing the things she has set up on the table, I can't help but cry, "Swallow, are you here for a picnic?" , bring a lot of things."

Li Yan plausibly said, "Life is to live every day well, to endure hardships, but also to be able to enjoy them."

Liu Hua became serious in English, "Swallow, even though I said so, I have a different identity, so I can't do this, and the influence is not good."

Li Yan hurriedly packed the meat again, "Okay, okay, listen to you, eat pickled cabbage noodles."

The noodles were cooked quickly. Li Yan and Niu Sanbo each brought two bowls of noodles to Han Chunmao's family, and then served them to Liu Huaying.

Liu Huaying looked at a bowl of sauerkraut noodles, and then started to eat. After taking two bites, she realized that something was wrong. There were several pieces of sausage and bacon hidden in the bottom of the bowl. Looking up at her, she saw that she held the noodle bowl high, No face at all.

　In particular, most of the poverty alleviation work in the article is based on real people and real stories. Their hardships are several times more difficult than those in the article. They often go to the countryside to help the poor and live in the mountains for ten days and a half months~

　　
　
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