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

Zhao Qingsong suddenly remembered something and said, "Oh, right, take some of the grain and meat from home to Grandpa, and also a pound of sugar."

Some favors need to be repaid and maintained.

There's no need to remind Grandpa to hide things properly.

These days, food and drink are matters of life and death, so everyone is keeping them hidden.

The mother naturally agreed.

"Okay, I understand."

Zhao Qingsong glanced at his younger sister, who was only focused on eating.

Then he asked his mother, "Oh, by the way, Mom, why did Wang Li come to the factory to look for me?"

"what?"

The mother was taken aback: "What happened?"

Zhao Qingsong recounted what had happened.

After hearing this, the mother was furious.

"How can you be so shameless?"

Then he muttered to himself, "A few days ago, Wang Li's mother did send someone over to talk about this. Your father and I didn't agree at the time, saying it was up to you, and you had to agree. I guess it was her mother who instigated it, thinking that once the deed was done, everything would be fine."

After saying that, she looked outside and said, "It's okay, I'll go to their house tomorrow. They broke off the engagement so easily back then, but now that my son is better, they're starting to fawn over me. They're dreaming. My son is going to marry a city girl in the future."

Zhao Qingsong smiled and said, "You can handle it as you see fit. Just don't make things too awkward. When their family broke off the engagement, they didn't cause any trouble. They just said I had a boyfriend at the factory."

"Oh? You have a boyfriend?"

The mother was surprised: "You've only been gone a short time! And you've already found someone? How old are they? What's their family situation? How much dowry are they asking for!"

Zhao Qingsong scratched his head.

"Mom, I don't have a boyfriend yet! I'm just saying this to avoid matchmakers lining up at our door. Aren't you tired of that?"

Upon hearing this, the mother thought for a moment and agreed.

"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, leave it to me. Guangchuan's wife is a big mouth; she tells everyone everything. I'll talk to her about it tomorrow."

After saying that, she seemed to remember something and said, "Sit down for a while, I'll start cooking. Son, what would you like to eat?"

"Anything's fine with me, just don't skimp on the food. I even brought some oil with me! Stir-fry the pork, add a skewer of meat, and some cabbage. Hurry up, I need to get back tonight!"

"Huh? You're going back? It's so late."

"It's alright, I can ride my bike, it's fast. I have things to do at the factory tomorrow!"

He was going to the black market that night, and there were buses from the city to the factory, which was very convenient.

"Alright then! You really want to put in that much meat?"

"Put it down, don't be reluctant. I want to eat it."

The mother felt a little sorry for him, but she still agreed: "Okay! You wait here! Mom will go cook right away."

After saying that, he left the bedroom.

Zhao Qingsong looked at his younger sister.

The little girl had already finished a piece of peach shortbread and was putting the crumbs into her mouth, her eyes fixed on the rest.

"Alright, eat up!"

He patted his little sister's head and smiled.

The younger sister was a little envious, but she shook her head: "I won't eat it. I'll save it. It'll be gone if I eat it all at once."

Zhao Qingsong sighed upon hearing this.

What a world!

This is the age when children are most likely to be gluttonous, and most people would find it hard to resist. However, the past two years have worn down their gluttony.

Being immature?

Then let's fight?

The original owner and her younger sister have been beaten a lot in the past two years, and now they've gotten used to it. No matter how delicious something is, they won't finish it all at once.

There's nothing I can do; this is how it's been for the past two or three years.

If we don't carefully plan what we eat, we simply won't survive this famine that has no end in sight.

He pinched her chubby cheeks and smiled, "Eat up, have another piece. Put the rest away. If Mom asks, just say I told her to."

"Okay, sure!"

The little girl excitedly picked up a piece and continued eating.

Zhao Qingsong looked at her and smiled, "Little sister, nothing's been happening at home lately, right? I mean, your uncle's side!"

His mother might not tell him the truth.

They only report good news and never bad news.

But my younger sister definitely wouldn't.

really.

The younger sister ate her food and mumbled, "Things are alright at home, but Auntie's side said they've separated the family property, but we still have to take care of Grandma's side. They're demanding that our family give us 50 catties of grain a year. Humph, if that grain goes into their house, how will Grandma get any to eat?"

Zhao Qingsong raised an eyebrow.

Even though the family has separated, the old lady still needs to be cared for.

However, in order to get a job, Zhao Laoda had said that the old lady's food rations did not need to be taken care of by anyone else.

Now I haven't gotten a job, and no one's giving me food either. It's like losing both my wife and my army.

sorry.

Then he pondered over there.

This is a troublesome matter.

The old lady's care does need to be addressed. Although the other party indulges Zhao Laoda, she is, after all, Zhao Jianguo's mother, and Zhao Jianguo probably won't be able to get over it.

If we really don't care, people will break our backs.

But if you ask him to provide food for Zhao Laoda's family, he definitely won't agree.

Then his eyes lit up, and he had come up with a solution.

Lost in thought, I heard a noise outside.

It was probably his father, Zhao Jianguo, who had returned, as he headed outside.

……

Zhao Jianguo returned pulling a cart and was puzzled to see a bicycle parked inside the house.

He put the cart down, brushed the dust off his clothes, and came in.

Seeing his wife kneading dough, he asked curiously, "Xiulan, whose car is this? Are someone visiting?"

"Who else could it be but your son?"

"Qingsong? Where did he get this car?"

As they were talking, Zhao Qingsong came out of the house.

"dad!"

Zhao Jianguo brushed the dust off his clothes and asked in surprise, "Where did you get this car from?!"

"Borrowed from someone at the factory."

I explained the situation.

Zhao Jianguo hummed in agreement: "Then don't damage it. There's a lot of mud on the road. Wash it clean when you get back and return it to the owner. Don't give them anything to talk about."

Don't worry.

Zhao Qingsong smiled and agreed.

He looked him over and asked, "How have you been feeling lately?"

Zhao Jianguo chuckled sheepishly: "Alright, just like a normal person, I work very efficiently."

After saying that, he looked outside and laughed, "You take a break, I'll put it away."

He turned and went outside.

Seeing this, Zhao Qingsong followed him out to help.

Most of the firewood consists of thin branches, at most as thick as a forearm; the thicker ones are not allowed to be cut down.

Place them separately according to their coarseness and fineness.

While arranging the items, Zhao Qingsong asked, "Dad, I heard that Uncle wants us to provide food? Wasn't it agreed that Grandma would be cared for by them, and we wouldn't have to worry about her?"

Zhao Jianguo was a little slow.

It then returned to normal.

"Yeah, that's right! They said they didn't need any food before, but now they're asking again. I can't just ignore it, but where are we going to get that much food? I'm still racking my brains!"

"What did Uncle San say?"

"If we're going to give it, we should definitely give it all together! Sigh..."

Zhao Jianguo sighed and quietly continued working.