"Normally, food is related to people's livelihood and is closely related to everyone, so it naturally attracts much attention.

The country has no choice. There was not a single snowfall last winter. Experts predict that this year's grain production will be reduced by 20 to 30 percent.

Internal and external troubles!

In fact, things are a little better now, except that production is predicted to be reduced, and the country is tightening food supply to prevent unexpected events.

When the grain harvest comes back and production is really reduced, the situation will be even worse." Zhang Yan sighed.

This kind of thing is not something that he, a doctor, can change. There is really very little he can do.

We can only think of ways to help our family, relatives, and friends get through this difficult time smoothly.

By the way, let's exchange grain for some good things.

Anyway, if he doesn't change it, he will be sold on the black market or even smuggled out.

Don't think that smuggling didn't happen in the 1950s and 1960s.

Some people do the business of beheading, but no one does the business of losing money.

The key lies in whether the profit is large enough.

"I heard my colleagues there, discussing what to do in the future. It doesn't matter if the adults eat a little bit, but what about the children? How can I bear eating steamed buns every day?

I was just thinking that our family has saved so much food thanks to you!"

"If it weren't for your virtuous wife, I wouldn't be able to save food even if I wanted to!" Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"The boss is back, let's eat quickly!" Zhang's mother poked her head out of the kitchen and said to Zhang Yan.

"I know, mother!" Zhang Yan agreed.

Tong Mei hurried to dinner to help serve dishes and bowls.

"It's time to eat!" Zhang Yan shouted.

Xiuxiu and Juanjuan also came out of the house and ran to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

"Brother-in-law, you're back!" Little Carrot Head came out of the house.

"Have you finished your homework?" Zhang Yan smiled and touched the big head of the little carrot head.

Last summer, Little Luobotou also went to elementary school and was not as free as before.

There is a lot of homework to do every day.

In fact, there are not a lot of homework in this era, but Tong Mei also assigned a lot of homework to them, which saves them from running around every day.

Poor little carrot head, the hard days have just begun.

"Father, mother, and you guys, no one can go outside to talk about the food in our family." Zhang Yan reminded his family at the dinner table.

"I know! Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to tell anyone about it!" Zhang Fusheng said dissatisfied.

Because although Zhang Yan just spoke to everyone, he was looking at him specifically.

“Don’t worry about poverty, worry about inequality!

Now, the national food supply is tight, and many people are hungry.

Now, I can still eat two dry meals a day, but in the future I may not be able to eat even two dry meals.

If people outside know that our family has food, it will easily cause trouble.

If our food is taken away, you will go hungry!" Zhang Yan reminded seriously.

"I know, brother-in-law/eldest brother!" Several younger brothers and sisters agreed in unison.

"Your father, would you like to send them some more food?" Zhang Fusheng has changed a lot now, and he plays his role as a filial son very well.

"Wait a minute! Grandpa's family should have no problem eating food until the first lunar month! After the first lunar month, you can send some food to my grandfather every week.

Don’t give too much each time, just give one or twenty pounds as a gift!” Zhang Yan thought for a while and said.

"Who can eat ten or twenty pounds? Your father is following your uncle, there are so many people in the family." Zhang Fusheng said unsatisfied.

“Dad, do you know how long the food shortage will last? How long can our family last with the little food we have?

One or twenty pounds at a time, how many pounds is it in a month? How much is it in a year?

We still have a big family in our family!

The second and third children are about to be born. Do the two families have enough food?

You see, there is a lot of food at home, but we need to eat it for a year, or even two or three years!

You can’t do it if you don’t take it easy!” Zhang Yan explained patiently.

In the past few years, he had saved a lot of food, but in the future there will be more food needs.

No one knows better than him that this natural disaster will last for three years and production will decrease year by year. In these three years, it will become more and more difficult.

In addition, the country needs to pay off its debts, and with internal and external troubles, life is very difficult.

Definitely beyond everyone's imagination.

Moreover, it does not mean that life will be easier after the natural disaster is over.

I can only say yes, it's a little better.

In the next few years, eating steamed buns will be the norm for 90% of families across the country.

"Okay then! You are the head of the family now, you have the final say!" Zhang Fusheng stopped talking and lowered his head to eat.

What we ate tonight was still white flour steamed buns, the stir-fried vegetables were cabbage stewed with bacon, and there was also a pot of polenta.

"Mom, let's change it to steamed buns with two noodles tomorrow!"

"Okay, I'll change it to two-height noodles tomorrow. Can I put less meat in that dish?"

"That's not necessary. When the children are growing up, our family still has enough meat to eat, as long as we don't go out to talk about it.

I'll think of something after I finish eating."

Zhang Yan is now extremely impressed by how wise his decision was back then.

Build your own independent courtyard and live your life with the door closed. You don't have to worry about being seen by others when you eat.

Although I live in Dongkuaoyuan, the smell of their cooking occasionally drifts into the yard outside, but overall, it's much better.

If you live in a large courtyard, everyone in the courtyard will know exactly what you eat unless you close the door.

However, if you close the door, the room will be filled with smell.

After eating, Zhang Yan went to the study room to read and study.

Learning must be continuous and perseverant.

Although Zhang Yan's current medical skills are already very good.

However, Zhang Yan himself knew that there was still a lot of room for improvement.

Writing a book and establishing a biography is something that every self-proclaimed intellectual is passionate about, and Zhang Yan is no exception. He also wants to write a book and establish a biography.

However, his accumulation is not enough now, so he only dares to think about it secretly when no one is around.

Zhang Yan plans to start writing a book after he reads all the books he bought and those in the hospital library.

At the very least, a few more systematic textbooks should be produced.

Now let alone his training courses, even at Beijing University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, the teaching materials are very confusing.

All lecturers rely more on their own experience to teach.

In this case, the quality of the lecturer is very critical.

This level refers not only to the level of medical skills, but also to the level of teaching.

Maybe a lecturer has a high level of medical skills, but he doesn't know how to teach. What he talks about is too scattered, and the students will have a hard time listening to it.

Therefore, since the second and third children moved away, Zhang Yan resumed the habit of reading and studying every night.
Chapter completed!