Feng Huining didn't take it to heart at all. "I just can't stand them constantly bringing up our status as educated youth. Is there anything wrong with us growing up in the city? Or is there something wrong with us coming to the countryside? And your sister-in-law, she's clearly not taking advantage of anyone and yet she still finds fault with others. I heard this kind of talk a lot when I first married my husband, but they were all from the same village, and I always talked them down."
Jiang Wanwan had just heard from Lu Xiao that although the Wang brothers had separated, the two families got along very well and the separation was not due to a quarrel.
Feng Huining continued, "I'm telling you, you have to learn to be tough in the village so you won't be bullied. But it doesn't matter. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me. We educated youth have come here from thousands of miles away. Since we share the same fate, we are each other's family."
"Okay." Jiang Wanwan was also unambiguous.
I don’t know if Feng Huining deliberately slowed down, but both of them were not moving fast and soon fell behind.
Jiang Wanwan didn't have enough to eat at noon, so she gave one of the steamed buns she brought to Chunshu and the others. Lu Xiao had to do some heavy work in the afternoon, so he ate most of it.
Seeing that there was no one around, she took out a few pieces of peach cake from her bag and handed two to Feng Huining.
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[Continue to talk about the big pot meal]
As mentioned earlier, collective eating from the same pot began in 1958 and ended in 1961.
My father told me that 1958 was a bumper year. The grain output was very good that year. We had a big collective pot of food where we could eat as much as we wanted. If it wasn't enough, we could take more. It was the kind that guaranteed to keep us full. He said that people's faces were filled with laughter that year, and it really felt like communism had arrived.
In 1959, we began to suffer from natural disasters and grain production decreased. In addition, because some websites may not be approved, the food in the canteen began to decline. In the end, probably before the end of the communal dining system in 1961, the entire brigade canteen had nothing to eat. My father was only ten years old at the time, and I have heard him say more than once that the most unpalatable meal he had ever eaten was a steamed cornbread made of flour ground from corn bones and prickly ash (a kind of wild vegetable in the fields). It was hard to swallow, and he couldn't even poop after eating it.
If there is no corn, eat the corn ribs; if there is no sweet potato, eat the sweet potato vines. Why eat prickly lettuce? Because all the delicious wild vegetables have been eaten up, even the leaves and bark have been peeled off.
I haven't found the official reason for the end of the big pot meal. Personally, I think it may be that the team really can't make enough food for everyone. If you know, please leave a message.
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