Moreover, the fact that Ning Jing came specifically to tell her about this proves that the current food shortage is not just a minor issue.
Ning Jing noticed that Wang Guihua had her brows furrowed and her face was full of worry.
"Sister-in-law Guihua, don't worry. As you know, almost every family in our village still has surplus grain."
Moreover, even if they can't buy grain at the supply and marketing cooperative, they can always buy it at high prices on the black market.
If we save a little, we can at least make it to the autumn harvest.
Ning Jing's attempt to comfort Wang Guihua did not have much effect.
She's been toiling in the fields until she's this old; she's not old enough to be a dog's belly.
Whether the harvest of the planted grain will be good or not is still uncertain.
If things go wrong, we might not even have enough grain to pay.
However, as Ning Jing said, at least the farm is making money now, which is a blessing in disguise!
After persuading Wang Guihua, Ning Jing went home.
She hasn't decided yet whether to buy the processing machine from Fuqiang.
She hesitated for so long that she hadn't made up her mind even after Fu Hongxing returned.
Fu Hongxing returned today, and he was in a very bad mood.
In the past, coal mines were guaranteed at least one meat dish every day.
However, today there were no meat or vegetables, and even the rice was mixed with a lot of sweet potatoes.
Not to mention, the coal miners who went down the mine every night would be given a fist-sized meat-filled bun as a snack.
Even this is gone.
Today is only the first day, so Fu Hongxing went to inquire about it.
The news that came only made his heart sink.
Factory Director Gao told him that today they had only mixed some sweet potatoes into the rice, and next time it might be all sweet potatoes.
Originally, their grain was supplied directly by the supply and marketing cooperative, with a fixed amount every month.
But now, let alone the fixed amount, we can't even supply half of the required quantity.
Upon hearing these words, Fu Hongxing knew in his heart that this was just the beginning.
If this isn't resolved properly, we might not even have sweet potatoes to eat anymore, let alone rice.
Luckily, there were still eggs at home, so Ning Jing fried five eggs and made a soup with wild vegetables and salted meat.
With a box of braised tofu that Fu Hongxing had brought over, plus sweet potato rice, I ate until I was stuffed.
"How about I go check out the black market tomorrow?"
After listening to Fu Hongxing's story about the food shortage in the coal mine, Ning Jing also told him about her experience in the county town that day.
After a moment of silence, Ning Jing spoke in a deep voice.
Upon hearing Ning Jing mention wanting to go to the black market, Fu Hongxing shook his head and rejected the idea without hesitation.
"No, the black market is too dangerous."
Besides, the supply and marketing cooperatives don't sell grain anymore, so it would be too conspicuous for the black market to still be operating so openly.
What Fu Hongxing didn't say was that he vaguely sensed something was amiss.
When a person is starving to a certain degree, all constraints become meaningless.
When human nature is fully unleashed, you don't know whether what comes out is good or bad, virtuous or evil!
If there is food on the black market, those who are starving might try to get their hands on it; who knows?
He thought of the things he had asked the monkey to collect before, and it seemed that he could only try to exchange them for some edible food by having the monkey take him to the mountains again.
However, Fu Hongxing didn't tell Ning Jing about this, because he was afraid she would worry too much.
In the county magistrate's office, Qian Xianmin slammed his hand on the table and roared.
"I don't care what methods you use, get me the grain, or else you'll be dismissed from your post."
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