After warming for a while, the two of them drank hot water before they recovered.

"Does mom have anything to eat?" Song Xuesong asked.

"Your uncle didn't even give you a meal?" Li Daya was so angry that she slapped the table and went to the kitchen to work.

No one said anything. Nowadays, who will give you food? That's the root of life.

Besides, no one can say much.

Song Weiquan looked at Dong Shuxue sitting in the corner and said, "Xiaoxue, is the same food in the city?"

She didn't expect Song Weiquan to ask her, but she still shook her head, she remembered what other people had eaten.

"It's dryer than what you eat at home, and there are two-fold noodles."

The supply is now tight in the city, so I can’t eat white noodles, and Erhe noodles can still be afforded.

"You said why are you coming back and you are suffering from this." He sighed.

There is food supply in the city, at least I won’t be so hungry. People like Dong Shuxue always have to give food according to their household registration book.

Dong Shuxue now knows that she had predicted everything at the beginning, but she did not expect that the food in the countryside is now in short supply.

This is also because she has never experienced this era, so she doesn't know the details at all. She only knows that the south is very sad, but she didn't expect the northeast to be the same.

In fact, the main problem is that there are no wild vegetables to eat in winter, and the trees are all dried and dried. What should I eat?

The soil was harder than the stone, and there was no place to dig the roots of the tree. But these exaggerated methods are still rare, and most people can eat one meal a day.

The situation in Uncle Yang's family is because there are few people, and the two old couples are carrying a son, and the three people have very little food rations.

Song Dashan knocked on the cigarette pole and kicked Song Weiquan, "You care about everything!"

Song Weiquan didn't say anything. If he were to die, he would never come back. This place was so poor that he wouldn't even have enough food.

He has been to the commune as far as he has grown up. It would be worth it if he could die in the city.

At night, Dong Shuxue was silent all the time, and laying on the quilt early and everyone went to bed.

It's a long night, and you won't feel hungry even if you fall asleep.

Dong Shuxue looked at it was already past nine o'clock on the control panel, so she tiptoed to put on her clothes and then ran out secretly.

She can do only a limited amount of time, so she can help as much as she can.

A pile of sorghum rice was taken out of the space and put it in a bag. A total of two bags of twenty kilograms were put into the yard of Uncle Yang's yard along the base of the wall.

Snowflakes are floating outside, and it is estimated that it will be heavy snow tonight.

She threw it at the door of the house, and they will definitely see it when they come out to sweep the snow tomorrow.

Halfway through the way, Dong Shuxue thought about it and found that she had all come out anyway. She put a few bags and threw them from door to door.

Anyway, the year is not good, everyone is almost the same. She didn't throw away the rent, but just kept close to the broken houses and the broken courtyards.

There are only dozens of households in the Baoshan Brigade, so she still has a lot of sorghum rice in her space after throwing it away.

When she got home, she threw out fifty kilograms of sorghum rice. Of course, she had to give her more, otherwise what would she do if she did this?

After a while, I threw out a thousand kilograms of sorghum rice, and there were still four thousand kilograms of storage space.

She was not in a hurry, as the days were getting longer, so she took her time in the future.

After solving such a worry, Dong Shuxue can finally sleep peacefully. Twenty kilograms of sorghum rice cannot solve any problem, but it can ensure that no one starves to death.

She slept until dawn this time, and was particularly comfortable.
Chapter completed!