With the Sanxitang Dharma, Feng Qingxue has more momentum to practice calligraphy.

Before I knew it, Xiao Nian had arrived.

The small year is the twenty-third day of the lunar month, which should be the day of the sacrifice.

However, because of natural disasters, the land of the Caohu Brigade was already very barren, and the crop output in the second half of the year was reduced by nearly half, and there was not much left after handing over the public grain, and even less grain was distributed to each family.

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

Many old folks who were swollen leaned against the threshold to bask in the sun, all of them were colorless, and they opened a pair of cloudy eyes weakly, and there was no light in their eyes, as if they were waiting for death.

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

There are two people who get together to bask in the sun, and they are discussing the matter of human flesh curing edema.

Feng Qingxue felt compassion and fear, and couldn't help but go to Feng to tie it up.

"Second uncle, you lend me the mule cart, and I'll find a way to get some food from my target's comrades-in-arms, even if it's coarse grain, so that the people of our brigade can survive this winter, and no one will die at the end of the year, do you think it's okay?"

Okay, why not?

As the secretary of the brigade, the responsibility for starving to death will be counted on his head, and he is so worried that he can't sleep night after night.

They are all people who are watching in their own eyes, how can they be allowed to starve to death?

There are hundreds of families in the entire Caohu Brigade, and there are thirty or forty families who are in a desperate situation, and there is no grain of food at home, where can he go to get food to save their lives? Who doesn't know how precious food is?

"Good boy, I thank you in advance for the fathers and villagers in our brigade who are dying of hunger."

The wind tied the old tears, personally took her to borrow a mule cart, and stacked the sacks and bamboo baskets she asked for on the cart.

Feng Qingxue entrusted her sister to Ma Guiying, her wife who was tied to the wind, and drove out for a big turn, but fortunately she learned to drive with Lu Jiang. She was not idle, she used a mule cart to go to the city and county scrap station, picked up a lot of copper, wood, paper and pens to pull away, and quietly returned to the Caohu brigade in the evening, when the sacks on the car were full of grain, and the bamboo baskets were full of potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Saving the emergency is not helping the poor, she is afraid that people will be long, and she is even more worried about the situation of Shengmi En's fight against rice, so the sack is full of coarse grains, coarse wheat bran, corn ballast, dried sweet potatoes, and soybean cakes and peanut cakes left over from oil extraction in the previous life.

It's not delicious, it pulls the throat, but it can save lives, and it's much stronger than the food distributed by the Grass Lake Brigade.

The wind and snow have not forgotten the memory of the original owner, the original owner has eaten crops, straws, sweet potato leaves and other things after chopping to make life-saving food, are and livestock to eat, even if it is difficult to swallow, everyone is a treasure.

The wind tied up and saw a cart full of grain, and his eyes were very red.

"Kid, it's really bothering you, really, I don't know how many lives can be saved by this food!"

Feng Qingxue smiled lightly, "Second uncle, most of the villagers are from our old Feng family, who can not save them when they die?" Although Ah Jiang's comrades-in-arms have some ability, they can only get coarse grains, and fine grains don't even think about it. ”

Feng Lian hurriedly said: "Enough, enough, coarse grains are good, coarse grains are more, they can save a lot of lives!" ”

He hesitated for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "The money for grain is in the public account, Snow girl, you have to get a lot of money, right?" ”