"Xiuru, you know the current situation in our commune. Every family is hungry before mealtime, but we don't have enough food. What do you think we should do?"
After a moment of silence, Secretary Liang said with an unpleasant look on his face.
"How would I know what to do? But I'm telling you, Secretary Liang, don't complain to me. Today I'm serving wine and cooking, and I have to take home all the leftovers from the table. Plus, you have to give me ten kilograms of corn flour."
Having said that, perhaps seeing that Secretary Liang looked really troubled, he changed the twenty kilograms of corn flour he had just mentioned to ten kilograms.
As for whether these ten kilograms can be reduced again, that is impossible. Her three children are in the growing period and they must not go hungry.
"Here you go, here you go. I've never let you work in vain before. I know you have a child to raise. Sigh."
At the end, Secretary Liang sighed and continued, "You saw the movie today. Everyone in the commune watched it intently. Not a single person complained about being hungry or asking for food until the end."
"So, watching movies can make people forget about hunger for a while, and it can save food, do you know that?"
"That would save a lot of food. Besides, even if you don't feel hungry while watching it, you still have to eat when you get home."
Yang Xiuru curled her lips, strongly disagreeing with what Secretary Liang said.
"Long hair, short knowledge."
Secretary Liang said, "Think about it, people from our commune. At this hour, if they go home, even if they're hungry, how many of them will actually eat dinner tonight?"
"I'll definitely drink a lot of water and wait until tomorrow morning. Then I'll eat it with breakfast. This... won't it save me a meal?"
"Our commune is already struggling to get enough to eat. How much can we save by saving one meal?"
"Every penny saved is a penny earned."
Secretary Liang said angrily, "Who knows when the disaster will end? We should save as much food as possible. You haven't experienced a disaster before. The longer this thing lasts, the more valuable food becomes."
"If I can save a meal now, I can split it into three meals later. This is all based on experience!"
After hearing this, Yang Xiuru and the others were all silent.
Years of disaster are indeed more difficult to endure the longer they last, and we must prepare enough food.
"So all we need are these few meals?" Yang Xiuru asked in disbelief.
"Haha, you're so naive. You don't think it's a big deal if one person saves a meal, but how many people are there in our commune?"
Secretary Liang held up a finger and said, "There are more than 300 households and more than 1,000 people. If each person saves a little, how much will that be?"
"So, if Comrade Damao can show two more movies, the food saved will be a lot."
"We're all hungry anyway, so watching a movie can at least help us forget about being hungry for a while, right?"
"Forget it, you're the secretary, you have the final say. Anyway, as long as you don't lack my food, that's all."
This topic was a bit heavy, and Yang Xiuru didn't want to continue talking about it. If she continued, she didn't know how she would support her three children if the disaster period lasted longer.
"Okay, I'm going home. Have you finished eating..."
Yang Xiuru stood up and prepared to ask, because she had three children at home waiting for food. No matter whether the others were hungry or not, she couldn't let her children go hungry.
So, halfway through this sentence, she immediately changed her tone: "Don't eat it if you haven't finished it. I'll take it back home for the children."
As he was talking, he took the plate and left.
Secretary Liang said quickly: "Don't be in a hurry to leave, there is still something to do."
"Let's talk about it tomorrow. My child is still hungry." Yang Xiuru was in no mood to listen to his nagging.
"Business."
Secretary Liang said seriously, "Comrade Damao can't sleep here at the commune. There's no kang here. Don't you have another room at home? Let Comrade Damao sleep there for the night."
"What?"
Yang Xiuru's eyes widened, and she pointed at herself in disbelief. "Sleep on my bed?"
"Yes, that's right."
"No, I'm a widow. How can I let outsiders sleep in my house?"
As expected, Yang Xiuru refused.
"Xiuru, don't be ungrateful. This is a good thing."
"Good news?"
Hearing that it was good news, Yang Xiuru's eyes lit up: "What good news?"
"Comrade Damao is showing a movie here, and the commune definitely can't let him go hungry, so we have to make sure Comrade Damao has three meals a day, so..."
"I see."
Yang Xiuru showed her white teeth: "You mean he eats every meal at my place, you take the food, and the rest is mine?"
"What kind of words are you talking about?"
Secretary Liang nodded after nodding at Yang Xiuru. "That's about what I mean. Do you agree? If not, I'll give him another piece of land. Widow Liu's place at the village head can also be lived in."
"Why bother? My house is just three doors away from us. You can stay with me, but you have to bring the food directly to us."
"Okay, okay, you figure it out."
Secretary Liang waved his hand and asked the two people who were serving drinks to support Xu Damao. He also asked another person to carry some corn noodles and follow Yang Xiuru, who was holding a plate of food, towards her home.
Standing at the window, Secretary Liang looked at the people who walked out with a deep look in his eyes.
As the secretary of a commune, he felt that he was not doing justice to his position because he could not ensure that everyone in the commune had enough food to eat.
But in this day and age, he really had no good solution.
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