Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Father Yang held his chopsticks and hesitated, his face solemn. After a while, he spoke, "Especially the green vegetables. There are three kinds. The weather is dry, and the green vegetables are several times more expensive than before."

Father Yang frowned, spoke in a low and serious voice, and his eyes showed his worry about the rising cost of living.

He shook his head slightly and sighed, "We have to be frugal and not be so extravagant."

Father Yang looked at Xiuying, his eyes filled with a hint of reproach and helplessness: "My daughter, you can't do this again. In this situation, it's really hard to eat white rice. Ordinary people are satisfied with just a bite of steamed bun."

Father Yang shook his head as he spoke, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, and his tone was heavy and vicissitudes of life.

"Although our family is doing OK, we still have to plan for a rainy day. Times are tough these days, and who knows what tomorrow will bring? We can't just enjoy life today."

Father Yang put down his chopsticks, folded his hands on the table, his eyes full of worry about the future

"You are a kind-hearted child. You want everyone to have a good meal, but you also have to consider the actual situation at home."

Father Yang let out a long sigh, and that sigh seemed to carry the weight of life.

Xiuying was eating and chewing the food as she quickly replied, "Mom and Dad, don't worry and eat as much as you want. I have plenty of rice here." Her face was filled with a confident smile and her eyes were firm.

"There are still 36,000 kilograms of rice in the cellar, 200 kilograms of flour and 300 kilograms of cornmeal in the warehouse, and there are more than 300 chickens and ducks, more than 20 sheep, and two fat pigs in the chicken coop." Xiuying said excitedly, gesturing in the air with the chopsticks in her hand.

"We don't lack food at home, so don't worry. Just enjoy it." She picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and put it into Yang's father's bowl, her eyes full of relief.

Little Laoliu wiped his greasy mouth and said, "Mom, you let it slip. There are more than fifty rabbits."

Little Laoliu's eyes were shining, his face was filled with an innocent smile, and he was holding a piece of corn cake tightly in his hand.

She tilted her head, looking serious: "Those rabbits are so fat, jumping around, so cute!

My favorites are the spicy rabbit head and the silk-wrapped rabbit made by my mother."

After saying that, Xiao Laoliu stuffed another mouthful of food into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up round like a little squirrel.

When Yang's father and mother heard that their daughter's family had hoarded so much food, they were so shocked that their eyes widened.

The chopsticks in Yang's father's hand fell to the table with a "click", and his mouth opened wide and couldn't close for a long time.

Mother Yang was so shocked that she gasped, her hands unconsciously clutching the corners of her clothes, her voice trembling: "My daughter, why did you hoard so much?"

The two looked at each other in disbelief, as if they couldn't believe their ears.

While inviting Yang's father and mother to eat, Xiuying explained, "Dad, Mom, eat quickly and listen to me while you eat." Xiuying put some dishes into Yang's father and mother's bowls with a smile on her face.

"These seedlings are high-yield drought-resistant rice seedlings from outside the Great Wall. We harvested 4,000 kilograms of rice per acre. The children took good care of them, which resulted in such a good harvest." Xiuying's eyes were full of pride and joy when she talked about this.

"I thought it would make me feel at ease if I stocked up more food, so I bought some flour and cornmeal to store. Now I have all the food I need." Xiuying smiled and looked at Yang's father and mother, hoping that they could feel at ease and eat well.

Xiuying went on to say, "As for the chickens and ducks at home, the chickens lay eggs, and the eggs hatch chicks, and the cycle repeats over and over again." Xiuying had a relaxed smile on her face, gesturing lightly with the chopsticks in her hand.

"And the sheep. At first, we only raised five or six. Later, the ewes gave birth to lambs, and gradually the number increased." Xiuying's eyes were filled with satisfaction, and her voice was crisp and loud.

"So, our family has no shortage of food. You two elders don't have to worry about it. Just enjoy it with peace of mind." After saying that, Xiuying served a bowl of mung bean soup to Yang's father and mother respectively.

Xiuying went on to say, "Dad, Mom, the children are growing now, so they need to keep up with their nutrition. You and Mom are getting older, so you also need to supplement your nutrition." Xiuying's eyes were full of concern, and her tone was gentle but firm.

She paused briefly and looked at her family sitting around the table: "I want to do my best to ensure that everyone can eat well and stay healthy."

Xiuying's face lit up with a warm smile as she continued, "I don't want the children's growth to be affected by lack of nutrition, nor do I want you two to suffer from your health because of saving money."

The reason why she worked so hard to stockpile food was so that her family would not have to worry about food when facing disasters. Xiuying's eyes became firm and persistent.

No matter what the future holds, health is the capital of revolution. Xiuying's eyes were blazing, her expression serious and earnest.

She looked around at her family and said solemnly, "Only when we take good care of our bodies can we have the energy to face unknown difficulties and pursue a better life."

Xiuying's tone was firm and powerful, full of determination for the future: "Whether the future brings good weather or disasters, as long as we are healthy, we are not afraid of anything."

The children had long been accustomed to the meals at Xiuying's house, and were now eating with relish from their bowls.

Awang gobbled the food up, stuffing his mouth full as he mumbled, "Delicious, so delicious!"

Taohua ate slowly, but she couldn't hide her satisfied expression, her eyes narrowed into slits. Awang liked the food she cooked.

Xiao Laoliu's face was covered with rice grains, but he didn't care and continued to shovel food into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

Little Laoqi held chopsticks in one hand and corn cake in the other, eating with relish, with a drop of soup hanging at the corner of his mouth.

Their cheerful appearance makes the whole house full of vitality and energy.

Seeing the children eating so happily, Yang's father and mother finally put down their bags and started eating.

Father Yang picked up a piece of stir-fried pork and green pepper with chopsticks, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully. A satisfied look gradually appeared on his face. He nodded and said, "Hmm, it tastes really good!"

Mother Yang took a sip of the mung bean soup, feeling its coolness and sweetness, and said with a smile, "Taohua's cooking skills are getting better and better."

Yang Qingfeng took the white rice in his hand, chewed it slowly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked very happy: "This white rice is so delicious, much better than black noodles."

In the past, I could only eat millet when Xiuying came to my home.

He took another mouthful of rice, savoring the sweet taste carefully, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

They ate while looking at the children and Xiuying, their eyes full of warmth and happiness. Their original worries had been dispelled by this happy atmosphere.