In the afternoon, it was a half-day grinding work, and then I followed the usual practice to go to the canteen to eat some mush.

This time, Wang Xin couldn't avoid the bowl of mush.

It was still his wife who personally argued with Zhang Zhaodi for a while before she got it for him, and the amount was slightly more than the amount of a normal child, so half a bowl, which was considered compensation in the morning.

To be honest, Wang Xin would rather not have this kind of compensation.

Because this green paste is so unpalatable, no wonder Wang Tiezhu poured it down a few times with his head tilted back this morning.

Unknown wild vegetables that are very old out of season are boiled to a pulp, mixed with some corn ballasts and other grains to cook together, where can they be delicious?

In the past, he had always felt that the pure and healthy oats that he had put nothing in were already quite unpalatable, but after taking a sip of this green paste, Wang Xin knew that he was too naïve.

In this world, there is always a mountain that is higher than a mountain, and you must not confidently say that something is the most unpalatable, because there will always be something that will make you more amazing in the future.

For the first time, he had the feeling of a stuck throat.

Those powders are not fine powders that are polished with a professional grinder, but rather rough coarse powders that are ground with grinding discs.

In Wang Xin's time, coarse grains, if it weren't for the name of health, most people would not be willing to eat it.

And even if you eat it, it's very carefully polished, and you have to add sugar and the like.

Or froth with milk.

Otherwise, it's really not delicious, and no one wants to eat it for a long time.

Of course, Wang Xin is not a person who likes to eat coarse grains, he drinks some medium green coarse grains at most.

So when Wang Xin first ate this kind of taste, the taste was very rough, and the taste was quite weird, with a bitter and green paste stuck in his throat, which was really difficult to get used to.

But seeing that the people around him were all drinking, he really didn't want to show a frowning appearance, so he could only grit his teeth and pour a few sips, and then he didn't have the courage to continue pouring a small half bowl, so he pushed it to his father.

"Daddy, drink it, I ate a sweet potato at noon, and I'm not very hungry now!"

Wang Daniu didn't refuse, where is an adult man like him, a bowl of paste without any oil and water?

Not even half-full every time.

In addition, he also knew that Wang Xin had indeed eaten sweet potatoes at noon, so he took the remaining small half bowl of paste and finished it.

Next, naturally, they went home and went to sleep!

……

In a blink of an eye, two months have passed.

In the past two months, Wang Xin sometimes felt that he was afraid that he would have suffered all the hardships he needed to endure in his previous life.

This is still the case that he has Taobao support, and he can eat at least seven or eight percent full every day.

It's really hard to imagine, how can these people endure it at this time?

Perhaps, getting used to becoming natural, it's really a terrible thing, if you're used to suffering, you don't feel bitter, if you're used to being hungry, your stomach is hungry, and you're naturally not so hungry.

I don't feel so hungry, but my body knows what I'm doing.

In the past two months, Wang Xin has watched the paste provided by the canteen become thinner and thinner.

From the beginning, you had to hold it high to pour it down, and now you have a little more leaves than the wild vegetable soup, and it has only been two months in total.

During these two months, they also experienced a summer harvest.

It may be a bit southerly on his side, so he grows two crops of rice a year, one at the end of July and one at the end of October.

It stands to reason that even if the grain production is reduced, there should always be a good life after the summer harvest, but the captain of their team stubbornly reported the yield of 3,000 catties per mu, and after the grain was delivered, he could not survive the next harvest by drinking thin every day.

Because their real yield per mu is only about 300 catties, they will receive 10 percent of the grain if they report 3,000 catties.

Ten percent of 3,000 can be calculated, and in the end, only a fraction of each mu remains.

This is still good, some places have more than 30,000 or 100,000 per mu.

Not to mention paying enough food, the family in the village still owes tens of thousands of catties to the country.

This year, it was the summer of 1960 in China, and in mid-August, there was a great drought!

In the village, some people are already hungry and swollen!

Everyone knows that if you don't supplement some nutrients if you are hungry and swollen, then death is the only end.

The fields have been dry for more than two months, and there are really few people to do the heavy work of carrying water, and everyone is dying of hunger.

If you have that strength, you might as well go to the mountains and pull something back to eat.

Now, the villagers in the village have long seen it, anyway, after half a year of hard work, half a catty of grain has not arrived, and the food is getting worse and worse, what kind of fields are they planting?

If you have that effort, you might as well go to the mountains and find something to eat, so that you can fill your stomach.

So, no matter how harsh the captain is, no matter how much he reprimands, it's useless, you're starving to death, what kind of are you listening to?

What's more, will the villagers have no resentment towards the captain?

If he hadn't reported 3,000 catties per mu, wouldn't they even have to drink porridge for rice planting?

You know, they used to be homesteaders, and no matter how bad their lives were, they never got to the point of being hungry and swollen.

Originally, the old landlord in the village was also a charity, and if there was a disaster year, he would put some rice grain for disaster relief.

Now, huh...... Anyway, they didn't see half a grain of rice.

You must know that even if he was the worst landlord back then, he would collect seventy or eighty percent of the grain from his tenants at most, and he could split it in half if he met a more charitable one.

Ahem...... That's too much......

Of course, there are a few hills on their side, so they can pull something down from the mountains, and if they change to a plain place, they will really have to gnaw on the bark and eat grass roots.

Of course, Wang Xin's family is not much better.

Now, he has to follow Wang Tiezhu up the mountain every day to find something to eat.

As for the work in the field, who cares about the wild vegetable soup with a little more leaves, and it is better to go up the mountain and pull a little more than that wild vegetable soup.

……

The village chief's house, that is, the captain's house.

"Look at what you're doing, who in the village doesn't hate our family now?

My old face was really embarrassed by you, and now I'm embarrassed to go out!

I'm afraid people will poke me in the back!"

The old village chief Wang Haihua was on crutches, half-panting, and scolded Wang Hongjun viciously.

Wang Hongjun was quite helpless to hide, and explained in a low voice: "Dad, you really can't blame me."

I went with the least of our village newspapers, and I reported the 3,000 catties, and let the mayor of the town scold him.

The next village reported 5,000, and that Tianjia village also put a satellite and reported 20,000 catties!"

"Shut up for me, what does it matter to you how much they report? Are you starving our village to death?

20,000 catties, 20,000 catties, do you believe it?

Do you have a bit of a brain!

After planting the land all your life, don't you know how many catties of grain can grow in the field?"