Huang Xuehong's eyes lit up immediately: "That's right, Tan Xiaoxia, bring some out. You are all like-minded people. Don't be stingy like a capitalist! We'll give you scallions, ginger, and garlic!",Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan spent the whole afternoon rummaging through the dusty old storage room of the village elementary school, finally dragging a car full of "junk" back to their small hut in the cow shed.,Rong Zhaonan put the cart in front of the house and pushed his black-framed glasses up the bridge of his nose: "Now, do we bring things into the house"。