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

"Does my mother 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, who will give you food in this year? That's all life.

Besides, the family didn't have enough to eat, and no one said anything.

Song Weiquan looked at Dong Shuxue who was sitting in the corner and said, "Xiaoxue, is the food in the city like this?" ”

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

"It's drier than what you eat at home, and you have two noodles."

The current supply is close to the city, so the white noodles can't be eaten, and the Erhe noodles can still be eaten.

"What did you say you came back for, and suffered this sin?" He sighed.

If there is a supply of food in the city, at least they will not be so hungry, and people like Dong Shuxue will always give food according to the household registration book.

Dong Shuxue also knows now, she expected everything at the beginning, but she didn't expect that there is a shortage of food in the countryside now.

It's also that she hasn't experienced this era, so she doesn't know the details at all. She only knew that the south side was 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 dry bark, so what to eat?

The soil was frozen harder than stones, and there was nowhere to dig for the roots. But these exaggerated practices are still a minority, and the average person can eat one meal a day.

Like the situation in Uncle Yang's family, because there are few people, two old people with a son, and the rations for the three people are really pitiful.

Song Dashan knocked on the cigarette stick and kicked at Song Weiquan, "You don't care about anything!" ”

Song Weiquan didn't speak, if it was him, he wouldn't come back. This place is so poor that there is not enough to eat.

He'd been to the Commune since he'd grown up, and it would have been worth dying in the city.

Dong Shuxue has been silent all the time, and everyone went to bed with the quilt laid out early.

It's a long night, and I won't feel hungry when I fall asleep.

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

There is only so much she can do, so she can help as many people as she can.

took out a bunch of sorghum rice from the space and put it into a bag, a total of two bags of twenty catties, and threw it into the courtyard of Uncle Yang's house along the root of the wall.

There are snowflakes outside, and it is estimated that it will be another heavy snowfall tonight.

She threw it at the door of the house, and they would surely see it tomorrow when they came out to clear the snow.

Halfway through, Dong Shuxue thought about it, and came out anyway, she packed a few bags and threw them from house to house.

Anyway, this year is not good, everyone is about the same, she didn't throw away the rent, just clinging to those broken grass houses and broken compounds.

There are dozens of households in the Baoshan brigade, so there is still a lot of sorghum rice in her space after throwing it down.

When she returned home, she threw out fifty catties of sorghum rice, of course her own family had to give a little more, otherwise what would she do with this whole thing.

After such a toss, I threw out 1,000 catties of sorghum rice, and there were still 4,000 catties of storage space.

She's not in a hurry, the days are long, take your time in the future.

After solving such a matter, Dong Shuxue can finally sleep with peace of mind. Twenty catties of sorghum rice will not solve any problems, but it can ensure that no one will starve to death.

She slept until dawn, and she was extraordinarily comfortable.