By binding the sign-in system, she made China rise!

Chapter 156 The kids next door are crying with envy

If they had not met the Shen brothers and sisters on the train, not only would they have died long ago, but it would have been even more impossible for them to obtain this life-saving medicine.

Girl An An is the lucky star of their family!

Fu Caiying quickly closed the lid and held the lunch box in her arms. At the same time, she was a little confused. Such a good thing was actually put directly in the lunch box. It was too casual!

Who wouldn’t carefully store this kind of ginseng, for fear of breaking even a tiny root?

If Shen Anan could hear her thoughts, she would definitely sigh.

She also knew that it was outrageous to use a lunch box to store ginseng, but the incident happened suddenly and she really had no other containers in her space.

Fortunately, I still have the aluminum lunch box I got when I signed in before, so I can use it.

Fortunately, she had put ginseng into the soup at home to nourish the Shen family, so she had a separate ginseng beard in the space. Otherwise, with so many people watching, she wouldn't be able to take it out and cut it immediately.

Zhou Yuan was also surprised by what Shen Anan took out. After hearing what she said, he couldn't help but nod in his heart.

I didn’t expect that not only Shen Yuanjun, but even his sister had such a high level of awareness!

His vision was indeed correct!

Minister Zhou looked at Shen Anan with appreciation and said, "Comrade Shen, thank you for your sacrifice. The organization will remember your contribution."

"Mr. Ning is truly important to China. On behalf of my fellow Chinese compatriots, thank you!"

Zhou Yuan looked at Shen Anan and had some other thoughts in his mind. He should also show some appreciation to those who have made contributions.

But it’s too early to talk about this now. The most important thing is Mr. Ning’s surgery.

Minister Zhou didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries and hurriedly took Fu Caiying and his wife away.

Shen Anan breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the people walk away, but she could still feel the burning gazes around her.

"Third brother, why are you looking at me?"

"An An, where did you get the ginseng? And I remember there didn't seem to be a lunch box in the bag?" Shen Yuanjun's eyes were full of confusion.

Shen Anan froze and thought to herself, "Oh no!" She just did it casually and forgot that Shen Yuanjun was carrying the backpack the whole time.

"Oh, I stuffed it in there later. My suitcase couldn't hold it anymore. Can't I even ask you to carry it for me?"

"As for the ginseng, when I came to see you, Dad went to find someone to collect the ginseng and brought it to you. I also went to ask around and I didn't expect to stumble upon such a good thing."

"Really……"

"Of course, Third Brother, I'm tired. Let's go to the guesthouse!" Shen Anan jokingly changed the subject.

"Okay, let's go quickly. Give me all the luggage." Shen Yuanjun could clearly feel that Shen Anan was not telling the truth, but he couldn't understand why she lied about this.

But thinking about it, this was a good thing of saving lives, so I put the matter aside for the time being.

No matter what, he always believed in his sister.

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In a large courtyard in Dongjie Hutong, Beijing.

Under an eave in the corner of the yard, a figure was squatting in front of the stove, carefully skimming the foam in the pot with a spoon.

There are a few pork bones in the small pot. Although there is not much meat, after a long time of stewing, it still emits a rich meaty aroma.

The person in front of the pot took a deep breath, feeling the water in his mouth overflowing, and looked at the broth in the pot with desire in his eyes.

If Shen Anan was here, she would definitely recognize at a glance that the person squatting there was Wang Paner, who was supposed to be reformed in the northwest.

Although it was only half a year, Wang Pan'er seemed to have aged more than ten years.

Not only are there wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but the skin on his face is also extremely rough. He no longer has the energy and spirit he once had.

Because there are so many people living in the slum and each house is close to each other, any meat in the pot cannot be hidden from others, let alone making meat soup outside the house.

As the aroma of the broth spread, the sound of a child crying was heard from the next room.

"Mom, it smells so good. I want to drink the broth too."

"Drink, drink, drink. What are you drinking? Do you think I look like broth?"

"Wuwuwuwuwu, Dad, Mom is hitting me!"

"Shut up! If you keep howling, I'll use my feather duster on you!"

"Woooooooooooo..."

Song Mei drove her crying son out of the room with a dark face, and threw the chopsticks on the table angrily.

"What the hell is going on next door? They're either stewing soup or braising meat every now and then. How can we even eat?"

Song Mei pointed at the man beside her in annoyance, "Your son is such a loser, is he the reincarnation of a greedy ghost? It's as if I haven't fed him a single meal!"

Du Laoer looked at the vegetables, radishes and sweet potato stewed rice on the table and curled his lips slightly. Who wouldn't crave meat if they ate this kind of rice every day?

Song Mei was cursing angrily, calling her a spendthrift woman and a money-losing bitch.

"Okay, let's eat quickly. Others can afford to eat meat because of their ability. As for our family, apart from anything else, at least we can still eat our fill, which is already good enough." Du Laoer quickly persuaded. The meal was already too much to eat, and if he kept listening to the nagging, he really couldn't swallow a single bite.

"Good on you, you're still speaking for that prodigal son. Tell me, have you been bewitched by that little witch?" When Song Mei heard this, she became even more furious and stood up with her hands on her hips.

She disliked the little vixen next door from the very beginning. She relied on her good looks to seduce the men in the yard, making them furious.

She had seen this unlucky fellow of hers chopping firewood for others last time, smiling like a fool!

It’s so unlucky to have such a neighbor!

"What nonsense are you talking about? I've said it a hundred times, I have nothing to do with them!" Du Laoer's face darkened when he heard this. He was just helping the young wife next door to chop some firewood, and this woman was still going on and on!

Mainly, it's not his fault. He just asked for a favor and it was just to chop some firewood. As a grown man, it was hard for him to refuse.

I didn't expect that this woman saw it and it became a handle for her!

Seeing that Du Laoer was really angry, Song Mei swallowed the words in her throat.

She actually knew that her man didn't have that intention, but she still couldn't control her anger!

"Hmph, pitiful Brother Duan, such a good man, how could he marry such a thing!" Song Mei sat down again, but still couldn't help muttering a few words.

"Okay, we're all family, so just mind your own business."

"This dish is a little cold. Heat it up, or you'll get a stomachache after eating it."

"Hmph, you are the only ones who are picky!" Although Song Mei complained, she still stood up and took the dishes on the table out.

Du Laoer took out a cigarette he had rolled himself, lit it, squinted his eyes and took a puff, cursing the stupid woman in his heart.

Men understand men best. According to his observation, Xiao Duan, the guy next door who hangs out with the women, is no pushover...