Chapter 117 Increase revenue and reduce expenditure 1

With Sanxitang Dharma stickers, Feng Qingxue became more motivated to practice calligraphy.

Unknowingly, the new year has arrived.

Xiaonian is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, which is supposed to be the day of worshiping the stove.

However, due to natural disasters, the land of Caohu Brigade was already very barren, and the crop production in the second half of the year was reduced by nearly half. After paying the public grain, there was not much left, and the grain distributed to each family was even less, and there was almost no food 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 the entire Caohu Brigade did not have a New Year atmosphere.

Feng Qingxue took the stove candy for her sister to eat, but when she went out, she saw a desolate scene.

Many fellow villagers with swollen bodies were leaning on the threshold to bask in the sun. All of them had pale faces and weakly opened their cloudy eyes, with no light in them, as if they were waiting for death.

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

Two people were gathering together to bask in the sun, and they were discussing the use of human flesh to treat swelling.

Feng Qingxue felt pity and fear in her heart, so she couldn't help but go to Feng Shuan.

"Second uncle, please lend me the mule cart, and I'll find a way to get some food from my target's comrades, even if it's just coarse grains, so that our brigade can survive this winter, and there won't be any casualties at the end of the year. Do you think it's okay? ?"

Okay, why not?

As the party secretary of the brigade, he will be blamed for starving to death. Now he is so worried that he can't sleep all night long.

They are all people he is looking at, how can he let them starve to death?

There are hundreds of families in the entire Caohu Brigade, and there are thirty or forty families on the verge of despair. There is not a grain of food in the family. Where can he get food to save their lives? Who doesn’t know how precious food is?

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

Feng Shuan held the old man in tears and took her to borrow a mule cart himself, and piled the sacks and bamboo baskets she asked for on the cart.

Feng Qingxue entrusted her sister to Feng Shuanzhuan's wife Ma Guiying and drove around a lot by herself. Fortunately, she learned how to drive with Lu Jiang. She was not idle. She used a mule cart to go to the city and county scrap stations, bought a lot of copper, wood, paper and pens and took them away. It was almost evening before she quietly returned to the Caohu brigade. At that time, the sacks on the cart were full of Food, bamboo baskets filled with potatoes and sweet potatoes.

She didn't want to help the poor, but she was afraid that people would go to Shu, and she was even more worried about the situation where rice was used to increase the value of rice. Therefore, the sacks were full of coarse grains, including wheat bran, corn crumbs, dried sweet potatoes, as well as bean cakes and peanuts left over from oil extraction in the previous life. cake.

It doesn't taste good and can irritate the throat, but it can save lives, and it's much better than the food distributed by the Caohu Brigade.

Feng Qingxue had not forgotten the memory of the original owner. The original owner had eaten the life-saving food made by chopping up crop straws, sweet potato leaves and other things, and competed with livestock for food. Even if it was difficult to swallow, it was still treasured by everyone.

Feng Shuanzhuang's eyes turned red when he saw a cart full of grain.

"My child, you really bothered me. Really, I don't know how many lives this food can save!"

Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, "Second uncle, most of the folks in the village are from our Lao Feng family. Who can ignore death? Although A Jiang's comrades are somewhat capable, they can only get coarse grains and fine grains. Don’t even think about it.”

Feng Shuanzhuan said hurriedly: "That's enough, that's enough. Whole grains are good. If you have more whole grains, you can save many lives!"

He hesitated for a moment and said sheepishly: "The money for the food goes to the public account. Girl Xue, you get a lot of money, right?"