I'm going to starve

After sitting on the kang for a while, Fubao wanted to lie down on the kang and continue to sleep.

She also wanted to continue to have this dream and see how big the scope of this famine is, and to see if there will be a famine in the city A where Brother Dingkun is located.

However, she could not sleep after lying down again, so she had to get up helplessly.

After getting up, she heard a sound from the kitchen, knowing that Liu Guizhi was getting up early in the morning to steam dry food.

Now Gu Shengtian and Fubao are twelve years old, in the sixth grade of elementary school, and will take the junior high school entrance exam this summer. Gu Yuejin and Gu Yuehua are already in junior high school. One is in junior high school and the other is in junior high school. They are both boarding in the middle school in the commune and come back every week to get dry food.

They used a net bag to carry dry food and pickles back to school, and they took a week to get it.

Today is Saturday, and my mother must be thinking that her two brothers are coming back, so she got up early in the morning to steam dry food for them, ready to take them to school tomorrow.

Their family is living a good life now, and they are not short of food. My mother usually uses stick noodles and a little sweet potato noodles. This is a good life for a rural family with four children.

After all, half-aged people eat poor families and all four children can eat, so the food consumption is really large.

Fubao frowned slightly. She had to mention this matter to her mother later, so that her parents knew that famine was coming and that food had to be saved. They must make plans for everything. If there was some extra money at home, they would have to go to the black market to collect some food.

There is also the stick noodles, which can be replaced with sorghum noodles and sweet potato noodles. After all, you can eat a lot of food. The stick noodles are expensive. One pound of stick noodles can be exchanged for one and a half pounds of sorghum noodles, and two pounds of sweet potato noodles.

But before that...

Fubao got off the kang, took the paper and pen for homework, spread it out, thought for a while, and started writing letters.

She was going to write a letter to Xiao Dingkun.

Since she knew how to read and write in the second grade of elementary school, she has been in contact with Xiao Dingkun one after another. Now, after Xiao Dingkun is eighteen years old, she has been introduced by her sister to a machining factory as an apprentice. She is doing very well now. She also gives twenty yuan a month and gives a lot of food coupons.

Xiao Dingkun would also send her some popular science and improvement books bought in the city, and occasionally some food, such as biscuits.

Fubao didn't know how big the scope of this famine was. If it was the city, it would also affect it. The life in the city would be even more tormented than in the countryside. In the countryside, at least you can grow things in your own fields. If you don't have any help, you can go to the mountains to eat wild food and dig tree bark. But what's in the city, there is nothing in the city. When you really get hungry, people in the city will just do it and have no choice.

In this letter, as usual, she first talked about learning, and then talked about the recent situation, asked Xiao Dingkun about going into the machinery factory, and finally mentioned the famine: "Brother Dingkun, do you store food in the city?

Recently, I have always dreamed that I feel like I’m going hungry. If you have extra money, please buy some food.”

After Fu Bao finished writing, he read his letter from beginning to end.

She knows a little bit about the current situation. Occasionally, Huo Jinyun talks to her privately and reveals something in her words. Although she speaks it vaguely, she probably knows what it means.

She was also a little worried that if someone saw her, she would be deceived.

So when she thought about it, she changed it again, and changed it to: "I have always dreamed recently that I didn't have food at home, so I asked my father to exchange food with the food coupons and money."

Such a sentence is really ordinary, and even if outsiders see this letter, others will not think too much.

As for Brother Dingkun... Fubao bit his lip, she vaguely felt that Brother Dingkun could understand what he meant.

She carefully put the letter in the book. She thought that when her brother Yuejin and brother Yuehua came back from the commune, she asked them to help her deliver the letter to the mailbox and send it to Brother Dingkun.

After doing this, she came to the kitchen. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she saw Liu Guizhi lifting the lid of the big pot and stacking the steamed stick noodles from the pot to the outside. The golden stick noodles were also crispy, which made people like to eat at a glance.

Although it was only April and it was not hot, Liu Guizhi's forehead was still sweating. When she heard the movement, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat, and looked at Fubao with a smile: "Fubao comes to try it. It's just out of the pot, and it tastes delicious while it's hot."

Fubao looked at the stick-fried cake.

The steamed stick dough cakes made by Liu Guizhi are soft and hot inside and crispy on the outside. They are indeed delicious. They clearly don’t use any oil or sugar, but they make people feel fragrant and sweet.

Fubao took the stick noodles, tasted it for a few bites and placed it on the steamer on the stove. Then she sat on the wooden pier and helped burn wood into the stove.

While fiddling with the fire stick in his hand, he said, "Mom, this year, our production brigade's crops will be able to harvest well?"

Liu Guizhi looked at Fubao in surprise: "Yes, I think the sorghum bars this year are all good, and the wheat seedlings are also smooth, green and coated with oil, strong, this year will definitely be a good year."

For several years, the Pingxi Production Brigade has been in a bumper harvest. Liu Guizhi thinks life is good and has a bright future. She firmly believes that their family will not be hungry anymore.

Fubao thought for a while: "Then this year, Uncle Youfu said that he didn't say what indicators he gave us, how much public grain should we pay at that time?"

Liu Guizhi was stunned: "Then we don't know, we can just pay as much as we ask them to pay."

Fubao sighed lightly.

She didn't know the reason for this famine, nor did she know what accidents would happen next. She only knew that she could say this rashly, and few people probably believed it.

But she still has to say it.

Knowing that she could not save everything alone, nor could she save everyone from hunger, she could only try hard to make the people around her believe in her.

So Fubao raised his face and looked at Liu Guizhi: "Mom, I'll tell you something, I had a nightmare today."

Liu Guizhi: "Nightmare?"

Liu Guizhi is more alert to Fubao's nightmare. Gu Weidong also mentioned it to Liu Guizhi, saying that Fubao sometimes says something that is effective and you must not refuse to believe it.

Fubao then talked about his nightmare: "I just woke up from a nightmare. I dreamed that there was a famine here. We confiscated much food, and we had to pay the public food. Many people here will go hungry and life is very difficult."

Liu Guizhi was shocked: “Ah?

How could it be!"

Fubao lowered his eyes.

The twelve-year-old Fu Bao no longer looks like a soft little doll when she was six or seven years old. She is tall and has a slender and beautiful white neck and slightly curly thick eyelashes. When she lowers her eyes, her graceful white neck is also lowered, and she has a kind of elegance of a swan hanging her neck by the lake.

Fubao continued, "Mom, I don't know whether it is true or false. Maybe it's just a dream, but I'm afraid, so I'd better tell my parents. What if it's true, I wonder, should we stock up on some food?

Don’t worry about the fact that it’s coarse and fine grains, you have to stock up more, otherwise it’s not a trivial matter if you really get famine.”

Liu Guizhi didn't say anything for a long time.

Life has been very good in recent years, with bumper harvests every year, and the harvest in my own private fields is good. I live a careful life, have enough food to eat, and I can also eat knot noodles frequently.

After such a long time of being full, Liu Guizhi almost forgot about the feeling of starvation.

But Liu Guizhi has been hungry. She is so hungry that she can eat anything. The little baby is so hungry that she grabs a handful of soil on the ground and stuffs it into her mouth foolishly.

Liu Guizhi sighed: "I will discuss this with your father. If it doesn't work, let's stock up on some food."

In fact, she believed in Fubao. After all, Fubao is a lucky child. She speaks with great help and has been able to speak several times before.

But after all, hoarding food is a big deal, and you can't do it in panic. She has to discuss it with Gu Weidong.

Fubao finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her mother say this.

She was actually not sure about this matter. After all, it was just a dream, what if it was not accurate.

But in the dark, she felt that it should be true.

Liu Guizhi quickly talked about this to Gu Weidong. When Gu Weidong heard this, he was shocked.

He reacted much more than Liu Guizhi. He immediately called Fubao and asked Fubao about his dream carefully.

Fubao tried hard to recall and told Gu Weidong everything he dreamed of and saw.

After hearing this, Gu Weidong frowned deeply and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, he looked up and said, "Didn't you always have a letter to Dingkun? Write a letter and ask him what he means. He may be well-informed in a big city."

Fubao: "Well, I've written a letter, thinking about waiting for my brother to come back and let them take them to the commune and send them out."

Gu Weidong nodded repeatedly, then frowned, and walked back and forth in the room. Suddenly he gritted his teeth: "I'll go find Chen Youfu, I have to go to Chen Youfu to find out the news!"

He was more decisive than Liu Guizhi and more convinced that Fubao, a child, spoke well.

Although he saw that everything was showing no sign, he felt that Fubao would not say this for no reason, nor would he have such a dream for no reason.

Now Gu Weidong went to Chen Youfu and asked about the indicators of this year's production brigade. Chen Youfu was very optimistic: "We will definitely have a great harvest this year, and all the members can have a full meal! Then I will give you pork, sticks, and white flour."

When Chen Youfu said this, he smiled so hard that his teeth were revealed: "Our Pingxi Production Brigade is getting better and better every year!"

When he said this, he remembered that the next door production brigade was not as good as them in comparison with the next door. It was so annoying to compare people!

Just thinking about it makes me feel proud. Seeing the members having a full meal, Chen Youfu was in a good mood.

Gu Weidong looked at Chen Youfu like this and didn't look like that, so he asked again: "Do you think we can have a famine this year?"

Chen Youfu suddenly looked at Gu Weidong and frowned: "What are you talking nonsense? Don't say such unlucky words!"

Both of them are in their thirties. They were born before liberation. I still remember the famine and hunger that happened before liberation. I will never want to be hungry again in this life!

Gu Weidong opened his mouth again: "I am blessed, but this world is not sure, do you think it's the case--"

However, Chen Youfu patted his hand heavily on his shoulder and said word by word: "Nothing is the case."
Chapter completed!