The Female General Dominates All After Transmigration-Chapter 373 - 372

In the blink of an eye, it was the last Spring Festival of the eighties.

The special training team kept enough food for the New Year and gave the excess to some families in need in the local community, especially the elderly facing hardships, as well as two families without breadwinners, only the old, weak, sick, and disabled.

Ling Chengyan and Zhang Yuanhong split up to take action, besides sending some supplies, they also helped these families clean, buy coal and firewood.

Ling Chengyan led a team to one house, three generations squeezed into a room less than fifteen square meters. Behind a half-hung cloth curtain in the room was a small bed where the man of the house, Wang Xiangyong, lay.

Wang Xiangyong just turned thirty after the Spring Festival, but he has been bedridden for more than three years due to high-level paralysis, with no sensation below the chest, though his hands can still move.

Wang Xiangyong’s parents died early, and he was raised by his grandmother who made paper boxes. Now, his grandmother is over seventy and aside from caring for Wang Xiangyong, she has to raise his three-year-old daughter.

The neighborhood factory where she used to make paper boxes closed down, and the old grandmother can’t do anything else, dragging a bag out every day to collect garbage, picking up wine bottles, paper boxes, old clothes...

When Ling Chengyan and the others found their way there, neighbors pointed them from afar: "That’s over there, the house with a pile of garbage at the door, that’s it."

When they bypassed a large pile of ’garbage’ and arrived at the Wang Family door, they knocked for a while before the door opened from inside.

Everyone was stunned initially; there was no one standing by the door.

The door can open automatically?

"Who are you looking for?" A weak voice came from inside. The group followed the sound and looked down, only to see a little head with messy hair poking out from the door.

"Is it Little Junjun?" Ling Chengyan hesitated for a moment and bent down to inquire.

Little Junjun was Wang Xiangyong’s daughter, only three and a half years old, her short hair was messy, but it was noticeable that her bangs were trimmed, short and neat, exposing a slightly large forehead, paired with round, dark eyes, making her seem very smart.

"Who are you?" The little girl was indeed very clever; she didn’t confirm her identity, just asked the visitors.

The child was very cute, but clearly not chubby, with a yellowish complexion where only her eyes were exceptionally large. Her neck was thin, making her head appear particularly large. The clothes on her were all hand-me-downs that didn’t fit well, with a few fairly inconspicuous patches.

Ten years ago, patched clothes were common for ordinary people. Nowadays, hardly anyone in the countryside wears patched clothes, let alone children in the city.

Ling Chengyan felt a pang in his heart, smiled, and stretched out his hand to tidy up the frizzy hair of the little girl, saying, "We are your father’s friends, here to see you, your dad, and your old grandmother."

According to the local custom, the great-grandmother is called "old grandmother."

The little girl generously turned around and shouted inside, "Daddy, the people who came said they’re your friends."

She paused and then added, "I don’t know them."

Wang Xiangyong’s voice came out again, "Invite them in, it’s cold outside."

Ling Chengyan saw the redness from the cold on the child’s cheeks and hands and knew there must be no heating equipment in the room, nor would it be much warmer, but still followed Wang Xiangyong’s words and went inside.

Little Junjun turned her head and waved to Ling Chengyan and the others, "My dad asked you to come in."

Ling Chengyan smiled and thanked her, then stepped into the house.

The room similarly had some sorted and unsorted clutter, tied bottles, prepared clothes to be cleaned... the whole room was cramped and messy, except for a new picture on the wall opposite them, with the bottom imprinted from some organization or another offering sympathy to the majority of veterans and retired military personnel.

The picture included a calendar for the new year.

Every year, visits and sympathies are paid before the Spring Festival.

Ling Chengyan glanced at the corner of the room and indeed saw a small bucket of oil and a bag of rice. These were the condolence gifts.

After a simple glance, Ling Chengyan stepped further in, reached the curtain, and spoke, "Comrade Wang Xiangyang, we are from the special training team, here to visit you and the elderly kids."

Wang Xiangyong had once served in the military for five years and had been south with Ling Chengyan before, where he was wounded and paralyzed.

"Special training team?" Wang Xiangyong seemed to have not heard of the special training team or was merely surprised why the team members came to his door.

"Yes," Ling Chengyan responded, "We were established over a year ago, and previously didn’t understand your situation... specially here to visit you and your family today."