"No money, just give it to you."

"You don't want money?" Yang Jun was stunned for a moment and said, "How can that be done? If you don't charge money, I can't take it either."

Yang Jun knows that for ordinary rural families, a trolley is a big part of their home. It is indispensable for carrying goods to and from lakes and fields, just like city people cannot do without bicycles. It is a must-have at home.

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This cart, including the wheels and cart, was worth fifteen yuan according to the market price. The peasant woman gave it away as promised, which was beyond his expectation.

"Sister, how about this? Ask your man to come out and I'll discuss it with him."

"My man..." The peasant woman's eyes were suddenly filled with something crystal clear, and she choked, "My man died under this cart."

Yang Jun was startled when he heard this and understood immediately.

No wonder she wanted to give this cart to him. It turned out that her man died under this cart. As for how he died, Yang Jun was unwilling to ask for fear of exposing his scars.

She wanted to send this ominous thing away so that she would not miss it after seeing it.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I don't know..."

The peasant woman wiped her tears with her sleeves and waved her hands to indicate that he should not take it to heart.

"Just take it away if you need it."

After the peasant woman finished speaking, she hugged the child and went back to the house.

Yang Jun stood alone in the yard. He felt as if a stone was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The peasant woman looked to be in her early twenties. Her husband died at a young age, and she was struggling with her children alone.

He knew that the life of a widow in the countryside was more difficult than that of a widow in the city. She had to think twice about what she said and did, for fear that if she made the wrong move, she would be blamed for being dissolute.

Moreover, in this era, it is very difficult for widows to remarry.

Not only would the husband's family object, but even the natal family would not approve. Yang Jun had seen many situations like this in later generations. They worked hard to raise their children, and in the end they could only grow old alone.

Yang Jun looked at the cart and felt heavy in his heart.

He took out a small yellow croaker from the space and secretly placed it on the pot table.

Then he pulled the cart and drove away without looking back.

He is not short of money, he just hopes to help this poor woman.

He pulled the cart to the edge of the forest, where Yang Anguo and the others must pass.

Then he looked around and saw that there was no one around, so with a thought, the wild boar appeared on the cart.

Then, he returned to the bus stop, drove the car over, sat in the car and smoked, waiting for Yang Anguo and the others.

After smoking a cigarette, he felt a little hungry. He had been busy all day and didn't bother to eat at noon. At this moment, he felt hungry.

He took out five steaming large meat buns from the space and ate them with tomato and egg soup.

After eating a few buns, he suddenly felt that his whole body was full of strength and he felt more energetic.

With a thought, he took out twenty large meat buns from the space and placed them on the back seat of the car for Yang Anguo and the others to eat.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. Nearly two hours had passed and Yang Anguo and the others hadn't arrived yet, so he took off his shoes and squinted in the car for a while.

I don't know how long it took, but Yang Jun heard a "squeaking" sound coming from deep in the forest. He opened his eyes and looked around. At this time, the sky was dark and the sun had already set halfway.

I raised my wrist to look at the time, it was almost half past five.

He got out of the car, stretched out, looked up into the forest, and saw Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi walking towards this side carrying wild boars.
Chapter completed!