Uncle Zhou had been carrying cornbread all the way here, barely eating any, and when he arrived in Qingcheng, who knew that this would be the result?
He'd be a fool to try and earn something from Fan Yunli that costs less than ten yuan for a hundred or so yuan.
No matter what Guan Fanyunli said to her sister Zhou Xuehua, the world is vast, and no matter how much Zhou Xuehua resents her, it's absolutely impossible for her to pay him back.
Uncle Zhou munched on his cornbread, feeling incredibly intelligent.
Fan Xiaofan had no idea that after she left, Uncle Zhou came looking for her. According to Fan Yunli's original intention, Uncle Zhou should take Fan Xiaofan to Zhoujia Village and lock her up so that she wouldn't be allowed to leave.
It takes most of the day to drive from Qingcheng to the provincial capital. Fan Xiaofan carried Fu Weidong and looked at the scenery outside the car window the whole way.
There's no scenery to speak of; the trees are bare, their leaves all stripped off for food.
Secretary Wang noticed her gaze and sighed, "I wonder when this will ever end..."
******, the Soviet Union, the elder brother, has completely withdrawn its experts and is pressing for national debt repayment...
What can be done about foreign debt? China is a large country based on agriculture, with weak industrial strength. It relies entirely on agricultural and mining exports. Even the leaders might not get to eat much meat and eggs themselves.
Ordinary people went hungry and tightened their belts to support the country's construction, but now even the tree bark has been almost completely gnawed away.
It is clear that they are now facing difficulties both internally and externally, and are in a very difficult situation.
Therefore, Secretary Wang understood even more clearly the significance of Fan Xiaofan's anti-sale proposal. If successful, the country could retain more grain for its people and show those foreigners who looked down on them that even in the most difficult times, China could find a way to stand up on its own.
"It will be alright."
Fan Xiaofan said softly.
Secretary Wang smiled and said, "You're right. With talent like you and our united efforts, everything will be alright."
Around noon, Secretary Wang and the driver stopped, and Secretary Wang hastily nibbled on the cornbread he had pulled out of his pocket, swallowing it in a few bites. He seemed to be used to it all along.
He looked at himself and said with a smile, "Did you forget to bring your food? I forgot to remind you. Here, share half of mine with you, so you can at least have some to eat. Otherwise, you might get carsick while riding in this car."
Do you eat these too?
Fan Xiaofan's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Secretary Wang smiled and said, "This is good enough. It's grain. When we're at home, we can just have some vegetable porridge to fill our stomachs. But outside, cornbread is more convenient."
"Are people not even getting enough to eat in the provincial capital?"
Fan Xiaofan took the half-eaten cornbread from Secretary Wang, took a bite, and found it dry and hard to swallow, just like the ones she had eaten before.
Secretary Wang smiled.
The driver in front couldn't help but speak up: "Where in the country isn't there a food shortage? Even the provincial capital has a limited supply. Comrade Xiao Fan, don't take offense, but the food supplies you secured for Qingcheng were all saved from our mouths..."
Secretary Wang glared at the driver: "Stop talking nonsense."
President Xu reported the matter of the blueprints and also mentioned Comrade Fan Xiaofan's request.
At the time, Secretary Wang was also having a headache, as the grain supply in the provincial capital was also insufficient, and he wondered where to get more from.
But the Party Secretary took the lead: "The importance of Comrade Xiao Fan's blueprints to us and the country is self-evident. She made such a great contribution but didn't think about seeking personal gain. Instead, she thought about the people of Qingcheng who were going hungry. I am ashamed of myself and will allocate half of my monthly food rations..."
Later, by pooling together what we had, we managed to scrape together enough temporary grain supplies for Qingcheng. Although it wasn't much, it was all painstakingly saved from our own mouths.
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