Siheyuan: Rebirth 52 years later, escaping from famine in Beijing

Who would care about the life of an outsider?

Some people even revealed a sense of relief and joy in their eyes.

After all, the increase in the number of casualties means that there will be more food to be distributed, which is crucial to their survival.

However, even though most people were watching indifferently, the cadres on the scene could not ignore it. They had to at least do some superficial work and then went forward to check on Jia Zhang's condition.

"He's still breathing! I'm afraid he won't survive the night!"

"Move it aside first and give her some purslane to see if she can get through this difficult time!"

Two skinny men moved Jia Zhang to one side. One of them went to the canteen with a handwritten note from a cadre to ask for wild vegetable purslane.

When no one was paying attention, he quickly grabbed a handful of purslane and stuffed it into his mouth, and then gave the rest to Jia Zhang.

At night, at the residence of the commune leader.

"My dear, I just heard that Jia Zhang was almost dead today! If she really died due to food cuts, her son would be very worried when he found out!" The wife of the commune leader expressed her concerns.

"The reason I deducted her share is entirely because she wanted to be a traitor. If she dies as a result, it is her own fault. In this circle, I am the boss. Who can pass on information to the outside world?" The commune ** responded in a cold tone.

"That being said, human life is a big deal after all. Let's put it this way,

Jia Zhang's son is in the city, enjoying the food supply. Even though food is tight now, there will be no starving people in the city. We can assign a messenger to the city to deliver a letter, asking her family to send a certain amount of food supplies every month. This way, we can ensure Jia Zhang's safety and reduce the pressure on our side. "

After hearing the suggestion, the commune leader thought for a while and said: "Good plan! Let's do it! But we must be careful with the wording."

Two days later, in a courtyard in the city, Aunt Yan was washing clothes under the faucet.

A thin man in plain clothes walked into the yard and asked Aunt Yan who was busy, "Hello, Auntie, I want to ask, which yard does Jia Dongxu live in?"

Aunt Yan stopped what she was doing and looked up: "Yes, he lives here. I wonder what you want to see him about?"

"I'm from the same commune as his mother, Aunt Zhang Cuihua. Aunt Zhang told me that she asked me to pass on a message to her son while I was handling business in the city," the man replied.

"I see. But Jia Dongxu is not at home right now. He is out working. His wife is at home. I'll take you to find her right now!"

"Thank you so much, sorry for bothering me!"

Aunt Yan led the passers-by to the courtyard, where Qin Huairu happened to be washing clothes.

"This lady is looking for your Qin Huairu. Your parents-in-law belong to the same commune as this comrade, and he brought a message from there to your husband." Aunt Yan explained.

"Isn't Qin Huairu a pretty daughter-in-law?" The farmer looked at Qin Huairu and was very surprised. Qin Huairu stood up immediately after hearing the news sent by her mother-in-law.

After a while, Aunt Yan led the people in and went back to the front. A few minutes later, when it was time to get off work, Jia Dongxu returned home, and Qin Huairu immediately relayed the message that her mother-in-law had entrusted him to convey.

The general content was that because of his advanced age, his appetite increased greatly, and the food in the cooperative was not enough, so he hoped that Jia Dongxu could send some food back every month. After hearing this, Jia Dongxu also frowned. At present, the famine is getting worse and worse, and the problem of food shortage is getting more and more serious. Even if there is a rationing system in the city, the food supply is actually getting tighter and tighter under such circumstances.

Almost every day they have to queue up to buy food, and many people cannot buy enough quota. For Jia Dongxu, Qin Huairu and their son, nicknamed Banggeng, it is just enough to fill their stomachs. If they send some food to their mother every month, life will undoubtedly become more difficult in the future. However, since the old lady has asked for help, Jia Dongxu, as a person who values ​​filial piety, cannot turn a blind eye to his mother's plight, ignore it, and let her starve. "I will give her some of my own rations! I'm still young, it doesn't matter if I eat less!" Jia Dongxu said.

"But, Dongxu, if you share your little ration with your mother, you will starve!" Qin Huairu said worriedly.

"Let's solve the current problem first, and we'll deal with the rest later!" After saying that, Jia Dongxu's gaze turned in the direction of his neighbor Lu Weimin's house, because he knew that Lu Weimin would have a large amount of stored food intermittently and seldom came back to live here.

Early on Sunday morning, Lu Weimin arrived at a place in Liufeng Port on the North Canal. He decided to break through the national martial arts to level 11 that day. He was looking forward to the leap from level 10 to level 11, and felt that this would be a transformation full of surprises.

With continuous hard training, the level of "National Martial Arts" continued to rise [National Martial Arts +1] [National Martial Arts +1] [National Martial Arts +1]... until it was getting dark, and finally, with unremitting efforts, he successfully reached the eleventh level.

[National Martial Arts Level 11: 100 billion + / 1000 billion]

At this moment, Lu Weimin felt a golden light flashing in his abdomen. "Is this an illusion?" In order to verify his feelings, Lu Weimin closed his eyes and stared at his dantian according to the method taught by his master.

When he checked again, he was surprised to find a golden pill formed in his dantian.

"Oh my God! I have reached the Jindan realm! I actually reached this step! Master will definitely be very proud when he finds out!" Lu Weimin was unable to hide his excitement. He opened his eyes again, his face filled with shock and joy.

"Master, no matter where you are, please come back quickly! Your ** has created a great achievement. You have become the first person in history to cultivate the national martial arts to the Jindan realm!" Lu Weimin looked into the distance with shining eyes, his emotions surging.

He knew very well that the Jindan stage meant that his body would be stronger and his life would be greatly extended.

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I'm so excited! Unrivaled in the world! Arrange to meet Xueru's parents!

When Lu Weimin returned to his home in Ermingang that day, he noticed that his wife Chen Xueru, who was usually full of energy, optimistic and confident, seemed to be in a low mood as soon as he entered the living room. This was completely different from her usual smiling and optimistic image.

"Xue Ru, what happened? Tell me! Is there a problem at work?" Lu Weimin asked with concern. He gently embraced Chen Xue Ru and walked into the inner room. After a gentle princess hug, he walked to the bed and let her sit on his lap.

Chen Xueru shook her head and replied, "No, it has nothing to do with work. I'm just worried about my parents. As you know, they still live in the countryside."