"Of course not. It's for your village. You're a member of your village, so you have a share." Jiang Yue said.
"You guys are good people! No, you're saints!" Zhang Dazhu had a look of worship. Then, he turned to his son and said, "Shoushou, go back quickly. Get the villagers to carry these back! We won't starve to death!"
Zhang Shoushou immediately went back. He didn't forget to carry a sack on his shoulder. In total, he left with two sacks. It was heavy, and it was probably food. It made him so excited that he ran and jumped as he left.
Jiang Yue and Xue Yan didn't stop Zhang Shoushou from going back. Zhang Shoushou was strong. Carrying the two sacks of rice on his shoulders wasn't difficult at all.
