With the Sanxitang calligraphy collection, Feng Qingxue is more motivated to practice calligraphy.

Before we knew it, the New Year's Eve has arrived.

Little New Year is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, which should be the day for worshiping the kitchen god.

However, due to natural disasters, the land of Caohu Brigade was already very barren, and the crop yields in the second half of the year decreased by nearly half. After paying the public grain, there was not much left, and the food distributed to each household was even less. There was almost no family that could have enough to eat. Many people fled the famine and came back one after another to celebrate the New Year, but they did not bring back much food, so there was no New Year atmosphere in the entire Caohu Brigade.

Feng Qingxue took some candy for her sister, but when she went out, she saw a desolate scene.

Many elders with swollen bodies were leaning against the doorstep to bask in the sun. They all looked pale and opened their cloudy eyes weakly. There was no light in their eyes, as if they were waiting to die.

A few skinny children were so hungry that they grabbed snow and mud from the ground and stuffed them into their mouths, shivering with cold.

Among the people who gathered together to bask in the sun, two were discussing the use of human flesh to cure edema.

Feng Qingxue felt pity and fear, and could not help but go find Feng Shuanzhu.

"Uncle, please lend me the mule cart. I will ask my partner's comrades to find a way to get some food. Even if it's just coarse grains, at least it can help our team survive this winter and no one will die by the end of the year. Do you think it's okay?"

Okay, why not?

As the brigade secretary, all the responsibility for people starving to death would be put on him, and he was so worried that he couldn't sleep night after night.

These are the people we are watching, how can we let them starve to death?

There were hundreds of families in the Caohu Brigade, and 30 or 40 of them were on the verge of despair. There was not a grain of food left at home. Where could he get food to save their lives? Who didn't know how precious food was?

"Good boy, I thank you in advance on behalf of the folks in our brigade who are starving to death."

Feng Shuanzhu was in tears and personally took her to borrow a mule cart, and piled the sacks and bamboo baskets she wanted on the cart.

Feng Qingxue entrusted his sister to Feng Shuanzhu's wife Ma Guiying, and drove out for a long time. Fortunately, she learned to drive from Lu Jiang. She was not idle. She used a mule cart to go to the city and county scrap yards, and found a lot of copperware, wood, paper and pens. She quietly returned to Caohu Brigade at dusk. At that time, the sacks on the car were full of food, and the bamboo baskets were full of potatoes and sweet potatoes.

She only wanted to help in emergencies but not in poverty. She was also afraid that people would be greedy for more, and even more worried about a situation where a little gratitude would lead to a big debt of gratitude, so the sacks were filled with coarse grains, coarse wheat bran, corn grits, dried sweet potatoes, and bean cakes and peanut cakes left over from oil pressing in her previous life.

It doesn’t taste good and it makes your throat ache, but it can save lives and is much better than the food distributed by the Caohu Brigade.

Feng Qingxue has not forgotten the original owner's memory. The original owner had eaten life-saving food made from chopped crop straw, sweet potato leaves and other things. He had to compete with livestock for food, and everyone regarded it as a treasure even though it was hard to swallow.

When Feng Shuanzhu saw the cart full of grain, his eyes turned red.

"My child, I am really sorry for your trouble. Really, I don't know how many lives these grains can save!"

Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, "Second Uncle, most of the people in the village are from our Feng family. Who can stand by and watch someone die without helping? Although A Jiang's comrades are somewhat capable, they can only get coarse grains, and don't even think about getting fine grains."

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Feng Shuanzhu hurriedly said: "That's enough, that's enough, coarse grains are good, more coarse grains can save many lives!"

He hesitated for a moment, then said awkwardly, "The money for the food will be paid from the public account. It must be a lot of money, Xue girl, right?"