While officials in southern Africa were imagining twenty years later, Mrs. Hesling, who lived in Munich, was worried about the family's next dinner.

In the second year of the outbreak of the world war, Germany began to implement food rationing, from the first bacon ham to the cabbage, and now to the potatoes, Mrs. Hesling received less and less food every day, and today Mrs. Hesling waited in line for four hours, and only received ten potatoes, which were all the food quotas of Mrs. Hesling's family for the next week.

Don't be too little, Mrs. Heslin's husband is a professor at the University of Munich, and if you think about the status of a "professor" in German academia, you can see how prominent Mr. Hesling is.

The illustrious "professor" has only ten potatoes a week, as ordinary people can imagine.

You must know that Mrs. Hesling's family has six people-

No, there are only five of them now, and Mr. Hesling's eldest son, Karl, died at the Battle of Verdun last year.

No, perhaps there were only four, because Mr. Heslin's second son, Erwin, was captured by the Allies the year after the outbreak of the World War, and there has been no news of him since, and Mr. Hesling does not know if his second son is still alive.

In the past few years, it has been very difficult for Mr. Heslin, his eldest son died in battle, the second son was captured, the eldest daughter died due to difficult childbirth, the son-in-law married the second daughter, and now the second daughter is pregnant again, but the shadow of the death of the eldest daughter hangs over this unfortunate family, the second daughter was examined by the doctor a month ago, and the doctor recommended to strengthen nutrition, otherwise the second daughter is also very dangerous when giving birth.

But in this tragic era, nutrition is a very luxurious thing, and even professors can't get enough nutrition for their daughters.

Well, needless to say, it's enough to even survive.

Mrs. Hesling was accompanied by her neighbor Mrs. Melke, whose husband also taught at the University of Munich, and whose family was relatively small, and whose two children had died in the World War, leaving only the old couple in the family, so Mrs. Melk received only three potatoes.

It had not snowed yet in Munich in October, but the weather was already very cold, and the clothes that Mrs. Hesling wore were still purchased before the outbreak of the World War, and since the outbreak of the World War, Mrs. Hesling had never bought any more clothes, at first because the money could not buy them, and then the mark depreciated rapidly, and she was not even eligible to enter the store.

Along the way, Mrs. Hesling and Mrs. Melk were in a heavy mood, and they were in no mood to speak, and solemnly said goodbye at the door of their homes.

Damn it, no one knows what tomorrow will bring, and last month an associate professor at the University of Munich and his wife committed suicide by burning charcoal at their home, and the body was found by neighbors a week later.

Back home, the house was deserted, and it was not only food that was lacking during the World War, but also fuel, and the fireplace should have been lit at this time of year in previous years, but not this year, unless it was heated with Mr. Heslin's collection of books.

"Mom, you're finally back, Gretel is so hungry that she's been crying—" The second daughter Emma, who is waiting at home, is still three months into labor, and Gretel is the daughter of the eldest daughter, although the eldest daughter died on the birthing table, but the child survived, and Mr. Hesling let the granddaughter inherit the name of the eldest daughter, who is still called Gretel.

"Wait, I'm going to cook—" Mrs. Hesling tried to smile, smiling at life, no matter how hard it was.

Before going into the kitchen, Mrs. Heslin casually asked, "Where's your father?" ”

Emma didn't answer, and looked up at the attic.

It was not at all surprising to Mrs. Heslin that at this time Mr. Hesling was still in the attic studying his "great" quantum mechanics.

Wash the potatoes and cook them directly in the pot, normally they have to be peeled, but now the potato skins are also very precious, there is not much coal at home, and the damn French are still claiming the largest coal producer in Germany, they want to freeze the Germans to death in this cold winter.

The little flame struggled to dissipate heat, and Mrs. Hesling took Gretel out of the room to warm the fire, and any waste of heat was a shame.

After packing up everything, Mrs. Hesling carried the corner of her skirt up to the attic, and slammed open the wooden door of the attic.

"Please be quiet and close the door." Mr. Hesling was writing without raising his head, his desk was piled high with papers, and the attic floor was stacked with books, so much that it would be enough to take them out and open a library.

"Mr. Hesling, can you put aside your damn quantum mechanics for a moment and care about your daughter's and granddaughter's dinner, can quantum mechanics be eaten?" Mrs. Hesling crossed her waist and shouted into Mr. Hesling's ear.

"Can you be quieter, the more we are in the darkness, the more we must look to the light, you were not like that before—" Mr. Hesling did not dare to speak loudly, but only to mutter.

"Of course I wasn't like this before, otherwise you wouldn't have married me, but life will drive a lady crazy, and I'm going to be driven crazy by this damn life, think of a way to do something, even if it's to go to the train station to work like Hu Ge, you can't let me, an old woman, go to the train station to carry your bag!" Mrs. Hesling didn't want to solve the problem, she just wanted to vent her grievances.

Mr. Heslin is now 60 years old, and it is obviously unrealistic to let a 60-year-old man go to the docks to do manual work, not to mention that Mr. Hesling is still a professor, the kind of professor who has a good chance of winning the Nobel Prize in physics.

Hugo is Mr. Hesling's son-in-law and now carries bags at the Munich train station.

It wasn't a decent job, but Hugo had been Mr. Hesling's best student, or Mr. Hesling wouldn't have married both of his daughters to Hugo.

If it weren't for this damn war, Hugo would have been a brilliant scientist, the kind of scientist who could be called a "scientist" in a few years.

"Old woman, can you give me a quiet environment and see what you've done, you've made a mess of my work." If it is just a simple complaint, then Mr. Heslin can bear it, but if it affects Mr. Heslin's work, Mr. Heslin will resolutely resist.

"You're making a mess of my life! I just want my daughter and my granddaughter to be fed, is that demanding? Mrs. Hesling appeared hysterical, but in fact Emma was not Mrs. Hesling's daughter.

Mr. Heslin's first wife died ten years ago, and now Mr. Hesling's four children were born to Mr. Hesling and his first wife, so Mrs. Heslin is grateful to Mrs. Heslin, although she often disturbs Mr. Hesling's work.

Mrs. Hesling treated Mr. Hesling's four children as if they were her own, treated Gretel as if they were her own granddaughters, and Mrs. Hesling's children treated Mrs. Hesling as if they were her own mother.

"Old woman, give me a little more time, I have already discovered something, as long as I finish my current work, I can apply for the Nobel Prize, and then we will have a large prize, and our lives will improve." Mr. Hesling patiently explained.

"Nobel, Nobel, you've been telling me about the Nobel for four years, but where is the Nobel? The University of Nyasaland is also going to award you the 'Star Award', why don't you accept it? Mrs. Hesling was aggressive, and the Star Prize is an award set up by the University of Nyasaland, and the specific awards and selection criteria are similar to the Nobel Prize, but the prize money is much higher.

"The Star Award is an award for the British, and I am a German—" Mr. Hesling had simple values, and the Germans would oppose everything that was British.

Regardless of whether this statement is correct or not, in Germany in 1917, this statement was correct, and it could even be derived from everything in the Entente, as long as it was everything in the Entente, the Germans would oppose it.

"Mr. Abu, who recommended you to win the 'Star Award', is a German and has died in Germany, but Mr. Rudolf Diesel, who is still alive in southern Africa, is also a German, and the potatoes I brought back today are also shipped from southern Africa, do you want to eat them later?" Mrs. Hesling incarnated as Gatling, and Mr. Hesling couldn't reply.

"Eat or eat—" Mr. Hesling was immediately spineless, and what about the simple values at this time?

"Eat*you—" Mrs. Hesling incarnated as a god of song, a German version of the non-working man who does not eat.

Just before dinner, Hugo finally came back after a busy day at the train station.

"Honey, look what I've brought back—" Hu Ge's eyebrows fluttered, and he carefully pulled out a paper bag from his pocket, which contained a meat sausage and a box of chocolates.

"God, where did it come from?" Emma's surprise at a serious momentary outburst made Hugo feel that the day's work was worth it.

"Sausage! Chocolate! Awesome Hugo, you're such a good boy—" Mrs. Hesling was also pleasantly surprised, and then looked at little Gretel, who was staring at the potatoes, and Mrs. Hesling's eyes immediately filled with tears: "Poor little Gretel, she hasn't eaten chocolate yet—"

As a professor at the University of Munich, Mr. Hesling could still find a way to get some back two years before the outbreak of the world war, and even Mr. Hesling could not get this kind of luxury in the two years after the outbreak of the world war.

"Today the train brought a lot of food and daily necessities, and I helped a southern African officer solve a problem, the sausage and chocolate were given to me by the southern African officer, and he asked me to go to him tomorrow and said he would help me find a job." Hugo is very happy, any job opportunity is very valuable now, especially working for southern Africa, it is a beautiful difference, even if it is not paid, there are many Germans who are willing to do it.

ps: Although it's water, but I also try to make the water as exciting, I originally wanted to open a new book, but after talking to the editor-in-charge, I found that it is unrealistic to open a new book now, and I don't know if the next book can write modern foreign history-

(End of chapter)