Travel through famine years and awaken a post-apocalyptic survival system.

The younger sister followed him for a while before finally managing to keep him quiet.

"Brother, what are you eating? It looks delicious!"

Then her lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face: "Waaah, brother, you eat all the good food but won't give me any! And I even went and set fire to Uncle's house!"

Zhao Qingsong looked at the aggrieved little girl.

He slapped his forehead.

He forgot what era we live in; it's easy for people to smell what you eat.

However, there was nothing that could be done; the original owner's health had deteriorated drastically after sleeping for several days.

This is an emergency evacuation.

However... I'll have to be more careful in the future.

He whispered, "It's delicious, but you have to wait until tonight to eat it, okay? Be good!"

"real?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl stopped crying and looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course it's true. Tonight, brother, I'll make you something to eat. You hear me? Don't say anything, or your uncle's family will take it away."

"Okay, I won't tell!"

The little girl quickly covered her mouth, a smile spreading across her face.

She didn't even notice, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes!

Zhao Qingsong slapped his forehead speechlessly. What kind of fairy sister is this?!

"Hey, when did you get back?"

Lost in thought, her mother, who had heard the noise, came in and saw the little head peeking out from under the covers. She asked a question.

The little girl quickly replied, "Oh, I just got back!"

"Has the item arrived yet?"

"Okay, it's almost here. Here you go, brother."

The little girl truthfully said, "I'll listen to you, even if I have to kneel. The money was given by my uncle, three yuan. My aunt said our whole family are bloodsuckers, and my uncle and aunt had a fight."

Upon hearing this, the mother burst into tears.

"Your brother is sick, and your dad's health isn't good either. If I weren't worried about them, I wouldn't let you go!"

I feel wronged.

My son lost his job and his hope for the future.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong's nose also tingled with emotion.

My maternal grandfather's house was in the next commune, which was not close, about ten miles away, and it took three or four hours to get there and back.

This life-saving money was obtained through begging.

Looking at the little girl's red head, I knew she had bumped her head badly, especially considering it was the dead of winter.

He instinctively hugged the little girl tighter.

Pulling herself back to reality, she looked at her mother and said, "Mom, don't be sad. Things will get better. Grandpa's family isn't having an easy time either."

My maternal grandfather's family benefited from a favorable policy; they were classified as vegetable farmers, only allowed to grow vegetables and not grains.

The food rations are fixed for completing the task.

Their treatment is only slightly worse than in the city, not by much, otherwise there wouldn't be any money to lend them.

It's understandable to be accused of being a bloodsucker.

My family was poor, and I received help from my maternal family, but I couldn't repay them. How could I not be scolded?

These are difficult times; every household is struggling.

Let alone vegetable farmers.

Even for city dwellers, life isn't easy.

Grain rations were reduced to half of what they were used for other purposes. Chicken, fish, meat, and eggs were all stopped from being sold in the market and were only distributed as nutritional supplements to patients with edema, or two ounces of meat coupons were given out during the Lunar New Year.

If it's like this in the city, you can imagine what it's like for vegetable farmers and in the countryside.

It's good enough that we're alive.

The mother sighed, "I know. We'll repay your uncle's family's favor when things get better. This is a matter for us adults; it has nothing to do with you."

He took the money, turned around, and left.

The simple act of wiping her eyes betrayed her inner helplessness and breakdown.

Zhao Qingsong sighed.

My mother has said this countless times, and everyone knows it can't be kept.

He didn't say anything.

With the system in place, things will definitely get better and better in the future.

I decided to stop thinking about it.

This body is really tired; it needs rest.

"Little sister, I'm going to take a nap."

"Okay, I'll take a nap too!"

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong hugged the little girl and fell asleep.

……

evening.

The mother's voice came from inside the house.

"Get up, it's time to eat."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingsong opened his eyes and felt that the bed had become extremely cold.

There's no other way; in winter, we usually only heat one kang (heated brick bed), and we sleep on that one kang at night.

As for the younger sister, no one knows where she has gone.

"Okay!"

I got up, got dressed, and went to the heated kang bed next door.

The kang table was already set up, and my father and younger sister were already there drinking porridge.

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

The father hummed in agreement: "The same as always."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Um... forget about the job. My eldest son's family is unreasonable, and my health isn't good enough. If anything happens to you, our whole family will be ruined. I don't need the job."

Zhao Qingsong paused for a moment after hearing this.

They didn't say anything.

Seeing his mother climb onto the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), he followed her up.

He picked up the bowl of thin porridge from the table.

There were only some corn grits at the bottom of the bowl, with some dried wild vegetables floating on top.

Let's look at the others.

The father's bowl was the same as his, followed by the younger sister's, while the mother's bowl was almost entirely clear broth.

There's a plate of pickled vegetable dumplings on the table.

Zhao Qingsong glanced around, but didn't stand on ceremony. Now was not the time for politeness; he didn't want to get into a fight.

I'll take the bread out tonight.

It's not appropriate to take it out now; if someone comes in, they'll smell it.

The food was a bit rough on my throat when I put it in my mouth.

As someone who has returned from the future, I simply cannot stomach it. It contains not only cornmeal but also ground corncobs.

Cornmeal.

The corn and corncobs were crushed together, but the stone mill in the village was too small to grind them into powder.

It was very unpleasant to eat.

We could only drink the soup on top.

Thinking about what his younger sister had done today, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Um... did anything happen at Uncle's house today?"

The younger sister knew what he was talking about and quickly lowered her head.

He buried his head in the large bowl.

Upon hearing this, the mother exclaimed with satisfaction, "They've done so many despicable things! They burned down the pigsty and spent the whole afternoon cursing there!"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, no one saw that it was the younger sister who did it.

That's fine.

……

"Mom, I can't eat."

I drank the soup, but I couldn't eat the rest, so I gave the rest to my younger sister and mother.

"Oh, you're still not fully recovered!"

"I'm not hungry! It's okay, you guys eat!"

Zhao Qingsong waved his hand: "Really, I'm not hungry, you guys eat! I'll sleep for one night, and I'll be fine tomorrow."

No matter how his mother tried to persuade him, he wouldn't eat.

We had no choice but to give up.

"Um, I'm going out for a bit!"

Zhao Qingsong said something and then got off the kang (a heated brick bed).

Where are you going?

"It's nothing, I'm just going for a walk, don't worry about me. I'll be right back."

"Oh, then be careful. It's cold outside!"

"Okay, I got it."

Zhao Qingsong greeted them and then went to the door, putting on his old dog-skin hat.

Open the door.

"Damn! It's freezing!"

The cold wind rushed into his neck, making him shiver.

The snow has stopped, and everything outside is a vast expanse of white. The arm-length ridges of the eaves hang upside down, gleaming with sharp edges.

In rural areas, people eat very early. If they eat late, they need kerosene, which is also rationed. To save money and rations, they rarely eat late at night by lamplight.

Unless it's the busy farming season.

He went out this time to find an excuse to take out the bread.

Otherwise, if he stayed at home alone and didn't go out, where would he get food?

He ate something in the afternoon and regained a lot of energy, but it was still too cold, and he didn't want to go out.

But I still need to go for a stroll.

He wanted to see.

I went to a tree and touched it, but unfortunately there was no indication of anything.

"Does that mean we have to cut down the trees before we can collect them?"

Zhao Qingsong was puzzled for a moment, and he was guessing what was going on in his mind.

He turned and left.

After wandering around the village and conducting numerous experiments, it was finally determined that the wood needed to be felled before it could be recycled.

Feeling that it was about time, he quietly went back.

only……

I had just arrived home when I saw that several people had come to my house.

A middle-aged woman was with a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

Upon seeing the two, Zhao Qingsong looked at them strangely.

No way!