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.
