Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

With the Sanxitang calligraphy post, Feng Qingxue was more motivated to practice her writing.

Unconsciously, the Little New Year arrived.

Little New Year is on the twenty-third of the twelfth lunar month, which is supposed to be the day to pay homage to the Kitchen God.

However, due to natural disasters, the land of the Caohu brigade was inherently barren. The crops in the second half of the year had nearly halved, and after paying the public grain, little was left. The grain distributed to each family was even less, leaving almost no household adequately fed. Many people fled from the famine, and although some returned for the New Year, they didn’t bring much grain back, so the entire Caohu brigade had no festive atmosphere.

Feng Qingxue gave her younger sister some kitchen sugar to eat and went out, only to see a desolate scene.

Many villagers, swelling all over, were leaning against their doorsteps bathing in the sun—each one as pale as death, listlessly with a pair of dull eyes that lacked any spark, as if waiting for death.

A few emaciated children stuffed their mouths with snow mixed with mud from the ground out of sheer hunger, shivering from the cold.

Among the people basking in the sun together, two were discussing how human flesh could cure their swelling.

Distressed and terrified, Feng Qingxue couldn’t help but go looking for Feng Shuanzhu.

"Uncle Feng, could you lend me the mule cart? I’m thinking of approaching my fiancé’s comrades to get some grain, coarse grain, if nothing else—just so our brigade can survive this winter. As long as no one does not die from hunger by the end of the year, what do you think?"

Why not?