Because of their age, it was difficult for them to go up the mountain to find something, so they all volunteered to stand at the gate of the village in the past two days and waited for their village captain Wang Hongjun to come back.

After all, although their village has not been interrupted until now, everyone is already hungry and thin, and they can't last long.

There are still more than two months before the harvest at the end of October, and the vast majority of the families in their village can only last until the end of September at most, and a few may last until the beginning of October.

This is still as economical as possible, just to ensure that you don't starve to death, and you can dig some wild vegetables from the mountains every day to calculate the data.

Therefore, they were extremely desperate to hope that Wang Hongjun could bring back some relief food.

But they were clearly disappointed!

You can see that Wang Hongjun came back empty-handed, even if he has done psychological construction, he still can't help but feel a little lost.

When Wang Hongjun got closer, the elders saw that the look on his face did not show any sadness, but was slightly happy.

Immediately knew that there might be some turning point, so when he came to the entrance of the village, he immediately greeted him and asked about the relief grain.

"Second uncle, don't worry, although I didn't bring food back this time, President Zhang has promised that there will be a batch of relief food in a week, and he will give us some points as appropriate.

So, let's just endure it for another week!"

Wang Hongjun whispered to comfort the second uncle who was dragging him desperately, and at the same time told him the news of the relief grain.

Although the food has not yet arrived, now that there is accurate information, it can cheer everyone up a little.

"Really?

That's good, that's good!"

Zhang Sijie, that is, the second uncle in Wang Hongjun's mouth, heard this, and his heart finally settled.

It's good to have relief food!

As long as there is relief food, it means that the above has not given up on them.

As Wang Hongjun entered the village, the news of relief food quickly spread throughout the village, and everyone's original fear instantly calmed down, at least now there is hope.

Isn't the most fearful thing about people being hopeless?

……

Wang Xin didn't look happy when he heard the news, because as far as he knew, even if there was relief food to be distributed, it was estimated that it would not be much.

When he used to write chronology, he had done careful research.

The food deficit in those years was considerable, and the amount of surplus food left by the state, after guaranteeing the necessary food rations for workers and townspeople, was simply not enough to provide relief to all areas.

The reason for the large grain shortage, in addition to policy reasons, is that the peasants themselves are also great accomplices.

It's definitely not a hat-clasp.

When Wang Xin checked the information before, he checked a lot of some strange news of this era.

When some villagers pushed sweet potatoes, they thought the sweet potatoes were too heavy, so they directly poured the sweet potatoes into the ditch, and then pushed them back with an empty cart.

There are also villages that would rather let sweet potatoes and the like rot in the ground than harvest them.

It's not a joke, it's something that happened.

Why?

Anyway, isn't it true that some places already have a yield of 30,000 jin or 100,000 jin per mu? Even if we do nothing here, the government will certainly not be able to see us starve to death.

Now it seems that this idea is quite ridiculous, because everyone knows that the yield per mu cannot be 30,000 catties or 100,000 catties.

However, at that time, there were a lot of people who believed it, because they had a mysterious trust in the government, and they also had a mysterious trust in what was written in the newspaper, and they always thought that it was the truth, and since the report was published, it would never be wrong.

In addition, people are inert, and anyway, everyone can support a village of people with one acre of land, so what are they still farming for? What are they still collecting grain for?

Waiting for the country to raise it, waiting for the whole people to enter socialism.

Wait a minute, and things will be completely bad.

Therefore, there are advantages and disadvantages of high government credibility, and low government credibility also has advantages and disadvantages of low government credibility.

If the credibility of the government is high, then it naturally means that there is no great obstacle to the implementation of many policies, but the consequence is that once the policy is wrong, it is likely to bring great harm to the country and the people.

If the credibility is low, the damage to the national government is relatively large, and the impact on ordinary people is relatively limited.

After all, no matter what you say, people don't believe it.

In the case that everyone does not believe it, no matter what the policy looks like, everyone still lives as it is, and it will not be worse.

It is precisely because he is very clear about these situations that Wang Xin will be more calm.

If you want to rely on the relief food above, you might as well find a way to sneak a variety of sweet potatoes yourself.

He thinks and does so, and in addition to sweet potatoes, he is also planning to sow some hardy vegetables into the mountains.

Since he has the ability, of course, he can help a little, watching other people's families starve to death, but he still has steamed buns to eat, he can't bear it.

……

A week later, captain Wang Hongjun took more than a dozen villagers to the People's Commune to receive relief food.

When he came back, although he was not sad, the joy on his face was obviously quite light.

Because they only brought back a thousand catties of grain in total, and most of this thousand catties were coarse grains.

Don't look at the number of people, then you have to see how many people there are in their village.

Although there are only more than 100 households in Wangjia Village, the total population is nearly 800 individuals.

Eight hundred people share a thousand catties of food, and one person only shares a little more than a catty, what is this enough for?

That's not enough to eat for a week.

The ancestral hall of the village

Wang Hongjun sat on the main seat with the 1,000 catties of grain and sighed: "Alas!

President Zhang said that only 100,000 catties of grain had been alloted, and a part of it had been allocated to the children of urban workers, so at most, we could only share this. ”

"This ...... How so!

Ahem, cough, cough ...... Ahem!"

The eldest clan elder in the village looked at the 1,000 catties of coarse grain, and he couldn't help coughing, and he couldn't stop coughing.

"We added coarse grain, but we handed over 600,000 catties of grain!

……”

Speaking of which, even the most endurable one can't help but wipe away tears.

"When the old lady of the Wang family was here, in a disaster year, each family could still get three or five hundred catties of grain on credit!

Now let's not talk about credit, even if you take the money to buy it, there is nowhere to buy it.

Last time, I wanted to go to the town to buy some food and come back, but I didn't expect them to ask for any food stamps, but we never sent them!"

Another clan elder on the side also wiped his tears and cried bitterly.

He wasn't crying for himself, he was just worried about their three-year-old grandson.