"I don't have much food at home, so there's no need to hide it." Liu Shufeng had just moved in and didn't buy much at home.
There was not even enough time to buy a big iron pot, so on weekdays Pan Jiandang would get food from the canteen and bring it to her.
"I don't need it either. I have a cellar at home, too. It was dug by my eldest grandson and I. Even my son doesn't know about it." Aunt Yang likes to leave a way out for herself when she does things. She has cultivated so much land in the staff compound in the past two years and harvested a lot of grain. Many people are jealous of her.
Normally, she would store most of her food in that secret cellar, so that it would not attract attention.
"This big pot meal won't last long. The leaders of our army are all smart people. They must have thought about the consequences of eating up all the food at once." Liu Shuning sighed. She was just an ordinary person and couldn't change the country's decision.
We can only donate more food to the troops when there is a famine in the future.
Her warehouse is now full of sweet potatoes and potatoes. The yields of rice and wheat are not that high, so she stopped planting after growing enough for her own consumption.
She didn't even throw away the sweet potato vines she harvested, because even in times of famine, these vines could save lives.
Aunt Yang and Liu Shufeng did not have as many worries as Liu Shuning. They both happily went to the staff quarters carrying New Year's goods.
Aunt Yang’s reminder was timely. The very next day after we visited the market, the army issued a notice to eat from the same pot.
Even though the people in the family compound didn't want to, they still ate their own food, stored cabbage, radishes, and pickled cabbage.
Liu Shuning put all the rice and flour into the space when he came home last night, leaving only more than 200 kilograms of sweet potatoes and ten kilograms of corn flour at home, and not much dried vegetables and pickled cabbage in the jar.
Even though some people suspected that Liu Shuning had hidden something, they almost searched her house thoroughly, but still found nothing.
Liu Shuning: I have studied with Lu Ban in my space for so many years. If you can find everything I hide, then all my learning would be in vain.
When the big pot meal started, everyone enjoyed the meal happily. They ate until they were full because the meal was free.
But soon, problems arose. The food was consumed too quickly, the rice became thinner and thinner, and no one was full. Complaints gradually began to grow in the family compound.
Liu Shuning doesn't care what others think. If it's not convenient to cook at home, she will go into the space to cook.
Because of her pregnancy, she has gained several pounds recently.
In 1949, people were not in a very good mood for the New Year because of the communal meal. Every household closed its doors and did not entertain guests.
Liu Shuning took advantage of this time to hide away and recuperate. Now she is more than a month pregnant and the pregnancy symptoms have also come.
She now can't stand the smell of food and feels like vomiting when she smells it. She can only drink white porridge and eat some sauerkraut every day.
I had originally planned to learn cooking skills, but now I have to postpone the plan because of my pregnancy.
Liu Shuning's morning sickness lasted until early March, and the baby in her belly was almost four months old.
In March, the weather turned warmer, the snow melted, and her belly gradually grew bigger.
There was still no news about Lu Fengnian who was out on the mission. Liu Shuning could only secretly comfort himself that no news was good news.
In order to stop herself from thinking too much, she decided to find something to do.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Liu Shuning transformed himself into a short and fat middle-aged man, changed into black clothes, and then used teleportation to appear at the door of the guesthouse where he once lived in Gan Province.
During her last visit to Northeast China, she wanted to donate the rewarded books and saplings to the Gansu Provincial Government.
The guesthouse is not far from the government office, only about five minutes' walk away.
The Gansu Provincial Government was quiet at night. Liu Shuning took advantage of the guard's sleep and directly threw the poplar saplings, sea buckthorn saplings and a box of books on desertification control in the system space at the door of the government.
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