Because Xu Zhixia brought the person here, Zhao Yue was very nice to him.

He gave a faint smile and said softly, "Hello, have you written the letter yet?"

Feng Cuihua pinched the corner of her clothes awkwardly and said, "Comrade...Comrade, I can't read. Can you help me write?"

Zhao Yue was a little surprised. She didn't expect that someone who got along well with Xu Zhixia would be illiterate.

But she quickly digested the matter and said frankly: "It's okay, you say I will write it."

"But we also charge separately for the letter paper."

There were many illiterate people in the city, and they all wrote and sent letters on their behalf.

Although Zhao Yue said so, Feng Cuihua still lowered her head in inferiority.

Xu Zhixia went along and consoled him, "It's just that he can't read. It's nothing."

"The army also has literacy classes, and sister-in-law can sign up for one when the time comes."

Feng Cuihua subconsciously denied herself: "Why should I sign up? I'm so stupid, I definitely can't learn it..."

Xu Zhixia frowned, but it was difficult to say anything outside.

If Feng Cuihua really has no desire to make progress, that is her personal choice.

Feng Cuihua didn't notice Xu Zhixia's abnormality, came to the table and read it to Zhao Yue.

"Mom and Dad, I'm in the army now. My child's father is doing well now."

"Once I'm settled here, I'll bring Zhaodi over."

"It's fine anywhere, but I'm just not used to it. Not at home..."

The rest of the story was just some trivial matters, so Xu Zhixia didn't listen any further.

I came to the newspaper and picked up a book to read.

This is the latest newspaper, which records the good news that a brigade has harvested over a thousand kilograms of grain.

Xu Zhixia frowned, suddenly realizing that she seemed to have overlooked something.

She thought hard but had no clue for a long time.

At this time, Feng Cuihua had already read the letter.

Zhao Yue came over and said casually, "Xia Xia, I'm off the day after tomorrow. Why don't you come and play with me?"

Xu Zhixia regained consciousness, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he agreed: "Sure."

"I'll go directly to your house to find you then?"

Zhao Yue happily agreed: "Okay."

Seeing that Feng Cuihua seemed to want to leave, Xu Zhixia tactfully stopped chatting.

Just as she was about to say hello to Zhao Yue and leave, Zhao Yue suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered in a low voice, "By the way, Xia Xia, food has been getting more and more expensive recently. You should stock up on some."

Xu Zhixia was suddenly awakened and realized that she had overlooked something.

In her previous life, not long after she married Gu Yan, a rare famine broke out.

The price of food rose and people rushed to buy it.

Although the policy was issued quickly from above, the turmoil still lasted for two months.

Many "accidents" occurred during this period. If it weren't for Gu Yan's identity, he would probably have been affected.

Now that she is on the island, her need for food will only be greater.

Thinking of this, her expression changed.

He looked at Zhao Yue with eyes full of gratitude: "Yueyue, I understand. Thank you."

Seeing that Xu Zhixia had listened, Zhao Yue visibly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel happy.

When she told her cousin about this two days ago, her cousin said she was overthinking it.

It seems that it is understandable that she can become good friends with Xia Xia.

She lowered her voice and instructed, "I'll take you to the black market the day after tomorrow. You can bring a bag."

Xu Zhixia's eyes lit up, she smiled knowingly and nodded.

On the way back, Feng Cuihua seemed to have opened up and chatted non-stop.

Xu Zhixia replied intermittently, his thoughts already flying elsewhere.

Should Zhou An report the grain issue? Once this thought popped into her mind, it took a long time to disappear.

But it is easier said than done.

If she said it based on her feelings, would the leaders believe her?

Thoughts one after another popped up in Xu Zhixia's mind, making her brain a mess.

When Zhou An came back in the evening, she still hadn't figured out what to say.

Seeing that she was about to go to bed, she gritted her teeth and said, "Zhou An, I want to tell you something."

Xu Zhixia rarely showed such a serious look, which instantly woke up Zhou An, who was originally wearing pajamas.

He half sat up, his eyes deep, staring at Xu Zhixia intently.

Xu Zhixia felt a little flustered and looked away.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "I heard from Zhao Yue that food prices have risen recently. I'm afraid it will be scarce."

"Do you think we should report this to our superiors and stock up on food in advance?"

Zhou An frowned and remained silent.

If anyone else mentioned this, he would definitely ignore it.

But Xu Zhixia's words...he thought about them seriously.

There is indeed not much food stored on the island. Because it is by the sea, the air is humid and the food easily becomes moldy.

But there are special transportation routes, so don't worry.

But the premise is that there are no accidents.

Zhou An thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind: "Then I'll go tell Political Commissar Zhou tomorrow."

Xu Zhixia was stunned. She was still thinking about how to convince Zhou An, but she didn't expect Zhou An to agree.

The feeling of being trusted... feels really good.

A warmth welled up in her heart, and her brows softened.

"Zhou An, thank you."

Zhou An said helplessly: "Xia Xia, we are husband and wife, a family, I don't want to hear the word thank you from you."

After a pause, he added: "If you really want to thank me, why not..."

He leaned close to Xu Zhixia's ear and whispered those words.

Xu Zhixia's face flushed red, and even the roots of her ears turned red.

She bit her teeth lightly and said, "Okay."

Zhou An's eyes lit up and he rushed forward the next second.

Xu Zhixia put her hand on his chest and whispered, "Not now. We have to wait until Mom and Dad move to their new home."

Looking at Xu Zhixia's shy look, Zhou An felt a surge of anger in his heart.

He only regretted that he was not fast enough and the house was not finished yet.

Thousands of words turned into a sigh.

He lay down, held Xu Zhixia in his arms, and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

"Go to sleep, Xia Xia, and have sweet dreams."

After a good night’s sleep, Zhou An got up the next day and went to buy breakfast as usual.

After taking him home, he went straight to the office of Political Commissar Zhou when he arrived at the army.

After telling Xu Zhixia what he had guessed yesterday, Political Commissar Zhou frowned.

"It's common for food prices to rise, so stockpiling food for this kind of thing... is just too cautious."

In fact, he would rather use the word absurd to describe it. Once grain is stored, it is easy to get moldy or sprout, and it is very troublesome to take care of it.

Zhou An did not refute, but asked: "But what if this is true?"

"We cannot guarantee that there will be no problems with transporting food."

Political Commissar Zhou paused and waved his hand: "Go out first. Let me think about it."