Just because Chen Ming said he owed no one, did it mean he truly owed nothing?
Jiang He certainly didn't think so.
Without a certain status, without connections, it was impossible to acquire these few hundred kilos of life-saving grains.
Jiang He didn't utter a word, but he treasured this kindness in his heart. The warmth he hadn't felt for over a decade was so tumultuous and quick now, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.
Chen Ming and Xu Aiguo were very busy. After they delivered the goods, they didn't stay long.
Feng Qingxue, with her sister, descended the mountain with them. To Jiang He, who was seeing them off, she said: "Go back quickly, don't send us off. You have to personally handle all those affairs of our Brothers and Sisters!"
"Alright, Auntie Xue, Uncle Chen, Uncle Aiguo, take care!" Jiang He waved his hand, watched them walk away, and then went back.
