Qin Jianye glanced outside the door like a thief, and seeing that no one was eavesdropping, he lowered his voice and said, "It was 1962, not long after the beginning of spring. Your mother must have come too, but she's still asleep and hasn't woken up yet!"
Qin Siyue first breathed a sigh of relief: the family of three is still intact even after traveling through time, which is good.
Then there was another wave of panic: "In '62, wouldn't the whole country be in turmoil? No wonder we're like refugees! Dad, what should we do? It will take another 20 years before reform and opening up!"
"Don't worry, don't worry. Everything will be fine after we get through this year!" Qin Jianye said this, but he was actually unsure in his heart.
But no matter what, it is better to live in a peaceful era with insufficient food and clothing than to experience the fear of the end of the world.
Before Qin Siyue could ask anything else, Wei Xu came in from outside.
He handed two thumb-sized roasted sweet potatoes to Qin Jianye: "This is the last bit of food we have, you...just make do with it!"
"No compromise, no compromise!" Qin Jianye quickly snatched the sweet potato from Wei Xu's hand, and stood up to take the ceramic bowl on the table.
I couldn't help but complain in my heart: "Tsk, it's really shabby."
There were only a few black beans and corn kernels sinking in the clear water, and other than that, there was a handful of mushy sorghum rice.
"Girl, drink quickly!" Qin Jianye stuffed the bowl into Qin Siyue's hand and winked at her.
Then stuff the sweet potato into your mouth, skin and flesh included.
Qin Siyue looked at his father who was eating voraciously, and then looked at Wei Xu who had a stern face and didn't say anything.
Finally, I drank the bowl of porridge with a guilty conscience, and was able to suppress the churning in my stomach.
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