It took Uncle Lin and Aunt Chu a whole day to carry all the potatoes they were allocated home.

This year's events have truly stunned the commune members. They have enough food to eat, so no one is going hungry, but they have no cash on hand.

During a family meal, Aunt Chu sighed, "It looks like we'll be eating potatoes twice a day this winter."

Uncle Lin nodded. "How can this be cooked? Stewed? Stir-fried shredded potatoes? Yam balls?"

Aunt Chu nodded, "That's how we eat them. We'll just eat these few different kinds of potatoes every day. Our family is smaller, so we get less. Those families with seven or eight members get more. I guess we'll eat enough potatoes for the rest of our lives in this year!"

After Aunt Chu finished speaking, the couple looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Compared to the 1960s, they no longer go hungry as long as they work; it is indeed an era where they can have enough to eat.

However, this uneven approach to the plan is unprecedented this year.

The key point is that, apart from the potatoes that the commune takes back, the rest of the potatoes they grow are worth their work points for the year.

The commune encouraged more planting, but the harvest couldn't keep up because all the villages had planted too much, causing the quantity to increase dramatically.

While feeding An'an, Zhao Huanhuan was also thinking about this question. In this era, there were no middlemen, and no one dared to buy potatoes and sell them elsewhere.

She was certain that there were places where people couldn't get potatoes, but they were out of touch with the world and didn't know that potatoes were plentiful there. Besides, current laws didn't allow private individuals to sell things for profit.

If we want to help villagers turn their potatoes into money, and buying and selling isn't an option, what other methods are there?

Zhao Huanhuan was also deep in thought.

If policy allows, she could help the village set up a private food factory to make food from potatoes, such as salt and pepper fries or potato chips of various flavors, and sell them to major cities.

However, upon further reflection, it seemed unlikely. At that time, the private economy and private enterprise were historically nonexistent, and policies simply did not allow them to exist.

Uncle Lin and Aunt Chu chatted for a while, and seeing that Zhao Huanhuan was quietly feeding An'an without saying anything, they said, "Huanhuan, how about weaning An'an in a few days and then asking if there are any buses to Yuancheng so we can send two sacks of potatoes to your parents?"

"We don't need that many. If you can keep an eye on An'an, I'll go. Just one bag will do; I can carry it to the train station," Zhao Huanhuan said after thinking for a moment.

Aunt Chu chuckled, remembering how strong Zhao Huanhuan was.

"Go try it in a bit. If you find it too heavy, you can ask your dad to go with you." Aunt Chu still found it hard to believe that a young girl could carry a sack of potatoes.

Zhao Huanhuan chuckled and looked at Uncle Lin, "My dad might not be as strong as me."

"Let's go try it in a bit." Uncle Lin felt that he was a man, after all, and definitely stronger than Huanhuan.

The family went to the pile of potatoes in the yard. There were still a few sacks left to be emptied. Zhao Huanhuan and Uncle Lin each went over to pick up a sack. As a result, Zhao Huanhuan easily slung it over her shoulder and strolled around the yard.

But it was already quite a struggle for Uncle Lin to lift him up.

The two elders were stunned; this was the first time Zhao Huanhuan had truly demonstrated her strength in front of them.

For the past two years, even when there was hard or heavy work to be done at home, they couldn't bear to let Zhao Huanhuan, a girl from the city, do it.

Even when they were bringing back the potatoes, grains, and vegetables that had been distributed to them these past two days, they had Huanhuan watch the child while the two elders pushed a flatbed cart back.

Zhao Huanhuan said she would go and help, but her parents wouldn't allow it, not wanting her to suffer.

Looking at the expressions on the two elders' faces, Zhao Huanhuan smiled and said, "Now you believe I'm strong, right? From now on, I'll do all the hard work around the house."

Aunt Chu smiled helplessly. "That definitely won't do. If word gets out, the villagers will criticize them for mistreating the educated youth's wives and making them do hard labor."

Seeing Aunt Chu's expression, Zhao Huanhuan shook her head and smiled helplessly. She actually understood her thoughts, so she wouldn't compete with them for the physically demanding work in front of others.

People are bound to be judged in this world. They try their best to be praised and not to be criticized or talked about behind their backs.

After confirming that Zhao Huanhuan could indeed carry a sack of potatoes by herself, Uncle Lin went to Shanglin Railway Station to buy her a train ticket. The earliest ticket he bought was for three days later.

A few days ago, Zhao Huanhuan started weaning An'an from breast milk. The little guy is very clever. Every time it's time for breastfeeding, he doesn't follow his grandparents and looks for his mother everywhere.

When Zhao Huanhuan ignored him, he would circle around her, calling "Mommy, Mommy" incessantly.

Zhao Huanhuan would prepare the formula and place it on the small table next to his special little chair, waiting for him to come over and hold it to drink the formula himself.

During the weaning period, Zhao Huanhuan gave him three meals of formula milk in the morning, noon and night, and children's meals in the morning and afternoon.

She usually prepares the snacks herself, making them suitable for the child, such as rice soup, millet porridge, or steamed egg custard. Sometimes she also makes small noodles or small noodle pieces to help him gradually accept solid food.

When making children's meals, Zhao Huanhuan pays attention to using less salt and oil.

Aunt Chu had never been so meticulous when feeding Lin Yuan. Seeing how attentive Zhao Huanhuan was to feeding An An, Aunt Chu was happy. When chatting with people, she only praised her daughter-in-law, saying that she was indeed a girl raised in the city, knew a lot, and made special care for the meals she prepared for An An.

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