But there was no shadow.

Although there is still a lot of grain stored in the mountains in the village, it is not a big problem to eat until the beginning of spring, or even until May and summer, but ......

That's private, and on the surface, the village still has to be synchronized with other villages.

The nest head of the big canteen has begun to add ground bran, and Nan Chengyu brings it back to his home every time he takes it to dry and store it.

This state of affairs continued until ......

It's spring, and the snow has melted!

The greenery on the mountain was faint, the elm trees by the river were dyed with new green, and the wild vegetables in the fields were popping up again, and the villagers instantly saw hope......

Although due to the wanton cutting down of trees and deforestation, on the top of the hill near Fengjia Village, there are no leaves that can be eaten anywhere, and the villagers feel a pity in their hearts.

But the mountain is also big enough, the villagers rely on the flowers and leaves on the mountain to support, the vegetables in the vegetable field can gradually enter the mouth, and the crops in the field no one dare to toss blindly and grow gratifying......

The smiles on the faces of the villagers grew deeper with each passing day.

But—

As the day got hotter, it seemed like it hadn't rained in many days.

The crops became wilted, the ground was hardened, and the villagers who relied on the bran of wild vegetables to fill their stomachs were instantly anxious!

Carrying water, watering the ground......

However, the water level of the river gradually became shallower, and finally someone realized......

This is going to be a great drought!

On this day, Nan Chengyu took that day's share of wild vegetables and bran in the canteen, and was about to go back, when suddenly a postman arrived in the village and named Nan Chengyu who was looking for him.

This is already a scene that will happen once a month during the New Year!

The villagers also felt strange, originally thought that Yu Xuan's comrades-in-arms would be able to think about Linlang during the beginning of the time!

Later, there was no movement for such a long time, but I didn't expect a big flood, and another comrade-in-arms came, and it seemed that he was still an iron buddy.

I heard that the People's Liberation Army notified that they still wanted to adopt the little brother and sister, but they were unwilling.

No, I still send things every month.

Nan Chengyu took the wild vegetable bran nest and followed the postman to the house, not caring about what the villagers behind him said.

"Uncle Zhuzi, why did you come here in a hurry, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Come back with me later! ”

Zhao Tiezhu smiled and waved his hand.

"I just came here because there were a lot of people at this time, so you can keep it for yourself! Your Uncle Zhao eats supply food, and he feeds the whole family without hunger, not bad for this.

Oh yes, do you want to go to the city to live, I think this way, the village is not as good as the city......"

Nan Chengyu smiled and didn't answer.

This Zhao Tiezhu was only discharged from the army this year, I don't know why he became a postman, according to Su Lie, this person can be trusted!

Since the beginning of this year, the things that Li Bai and Su Lie have sent have generally passed through his hands, and even the food books for him and Linlang are in his hands, and every month he receives the letters and packages sent by Su Lie and them.

Let Nan Chengyu have a feeling that this person seems to be specifically there to help them......

It's narcissistic to think so.

But since Su Lie said that he was credible, it proved that he and Su Lie were at least somewhat related, so when changing jobs, it was still easy to get a job with high wages such as transportation, and it was not difficult to enter the Public Security Bureau of the Ministry of Armed Forces.

Isn't it strange to come to such a remote ravine to be a postman?

-

#求票票#

This is a plus more than 20,000 recommended votes per week.