After relying on the motherland, my supermarket has become more and more prosperous.

The doubts about Jiang Wanwan's identity have been temporarily explained.

Before the adults could start talking about business, there was a noise coming from the children.

The three children of Mrs. Yang who were staying in the supermarket, faced with the newly acquired shaqi ma, no longer ate it in a hurry like they did the first time, but took bites of it and savored it carefully.

So most of the small piece of shaqi ma was still left when the two older children took the sack and entered the supermarket.

After the eldest and second child's uneasy mood was calmed down by their mother, they quickly noticed this scene and took the piece that belonged to them from their younger siblings.

The grandchildren of Aunt Yang who followed in naturally saw how happily they were eating and looked at them eagerly.

They are all relatives and brothers. Seeing this, the second son of Yang Dasao's family was very reluctant, but he still took out his own piece and gave it to the new brothers and sisters, giving each of them a piece as big as a fingernail.

These children could bear it before they tasted the specific flavor, but now that they have tasted the delicious taste, they can’t bear it. How can they bear it?

But the second child of Mrs. Yang is also a half-grown child, and he is very greedy. How can he be willing to share more after giving away a small half?

So, the little grandson of Aunt Yang, who was still not very steady on his feet, tugged at his grandmother's clothes and managed to utter two words: "Eat, eat!"

The adults standing by only then noticed the children's expressions.

The second child of Yang Dasao's family immediately defended himself, saying, "I've already eaten what I gave them."

The grandchildren of Aunt Yang nodded in agreement, "Grandma, that's delicious!"

Mrs. Yang immediately grabbed a handful of shaqima, handed it to the new children, and explained.

"This pastry is called Shaqi Ma. I bought it from Miss Jiang. Come, each child, take one and try it!"

Most Chinese parents are like this. They are stingy with themselves but very generous to others, without any reluctance.

Aunt Yang naturally refused to take it. Although she had never heard of shaqi ma, there was no such thing as cheap pastries.

But Yang Dasao insisted on giving it to her, and said, "Second Aunt helps my family so much every day, don't refuse a few cakes. Look at how much I bought!"

Aunt Yang followed the other person's gaze and saw the mountain of shaqi ma on the cash register. She was so shocked that she stuttered.

"Did you buy all these?"

Seeing that Second Aunt Yang forgot to refuse, Sister Yang took the opportunity to hand the shaqima to the children, then nodded and smiled.

"Yes, they were all bought by my family. Second Aunt, please help hold up the sacks!"

As he spoke, he handed the sack in his hand to the dazed Aunt Yang, opened the sack, and then stuffed handfuls of shaqi ma into it.

It was not until Shaqima was almost finished that Aunt Yang came back to her senses from this shocking scene.

"Why did you buy so many cakes? What did you use? Did you sell your child?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Yang burst out laughing and retorted, "Second Aunt, what are you thinking? How could I possibly sell my children? Besides, a few children aren't worth so much. Besides these cakes, I also bought canned chocolate!"

As he was speaking, all 900 bags of shaqima had been packed, filling the sacks to the brim.

Mrs. Yang casually put it aside, took out an empty sack, handed it to Aunt Yang to open the bag, and then began to sweep away the other things on the cash register.

First put the cotton coat at the bottom, then put the glass bottles and cans on top, and then pour in all the other supplies.

Seeing more and more things being packed, Aunt Yang was completely stunned. In the end, she couldn't even ask any questions.

After Mrs. Yang finished her preparations, she saw that the other party still looked overwhelmed, so she couldn't help but explain.

"Miss Jiang doesn't charge money for buying things. Instead, she asks for a numerical value that each of us has. Some people have more, some have less. These things are bought by our whole family. Second Aunt should also check to see how much we can buy."

Aunt Yang finally came to her senses and asked in surprise, "Are you saying that I also have that value you mentioned, so I can buy things here?"

"Everyone has it. After you finish the test, let your nephews get tested as well. When I get back, let my brother-in-law and sister-in-law come over for the test as well!" Mrs. Yang nodded and made arrangements.

After being surprised, Second Aunt Yang waved her hands worriedly and said, "Let's just test it. Don't call your sister-in-law. She's already over eight months pregnant. It's too chaotic outside and it's not safe."

On this matter, Mrs. Yang had a completely different opinion.

"It's okay. Let my second son help you come here. We'll go back after the test. The key is that we can buy a lot of things. Not only my brother and sister-in-law, but also those with mobility problems in the village will need to come here. If we exchange more supplies, the chances of survival will be greater."

Seeing that the two seemed to have reached a consensus, Jiang Wanwan finally couldn't help but interrupt.

"The sister-in-law you're talking about, is she the mother of these babies? She's eight months pregnant again?"

Mrs. Yang nodded in surprise and said, "Yes, she gave birth to five children before, and she is pregnant with the sixth one now."

Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but take a look, estimating that the fifth child was only one or two years old. Then she looked at Mrs. Yang and asked, "You have seven children in total?"

Mrs. Yang didn't understand why the other party suddenly asked this question, but she still answered seriously: "Yes!"

Jiang Wanwan blinked, and finally couldn't help but express the doubts that had been in her mind.

"In recent years, there have been endless wars and supplies are scarce. Why do you keep having children one after another?"

"Not to mention the serious harm that uninterrupted childbirth would cause to the mother's health, the key issue is that life is so hard these days. Even after all the hardship of giving birth, you might not be able to raise your child. And if you finally raise your child, he or she might go hungry, never have a good day, and might even be killed by the enemy. What's the point..."

To be honest, Jiang Wanwan really doesn’t understand why people are trying so hard to have a baby during such a difficult time?

Why do these children have to be born in times of war, suffer all the hardships but never taste any sweetness?

Faced with this questioning, Second Aunt Yang and Great Sister Yang looked at each other and were stunned for a long while.

Finally, Aunt Yang opened her mouth and hesitantly began to explain.

"I know everything Miss Jiang said. These are my own flesh and blood. I feel bad for them, but if I don't give birth... there won't be anyone to go to the battlefield!"

"Ah?" Jiang Wanwan's thoughts stopped for a moment. She felt as if she couldn't understand Chinese. Otherwise, why couldn't she understand what the other person meant?

"Warfare requires manpower. The Japanese have advanced artillery, and if the country doesn't have weapons, it will have to use human lives to fill the gap. If we have more children, more people will go to the battlefield, and the country can hold out longer!"

Seeing that Jiang Wanwan didn't seem to understand, Aunt Yang explained it more clearly and then pointed at her grandchildren.

"The eldest son of the girl's family is seventeen years old and joined the army last year. The twenty-five-year-old can also go next year. My eldest grandson is twelve years old and can go to the battlefield in four years!"

The straightforward words were like hammers, hitting Jiang Wanwan's head hard, making her heart ache. She subconsciously asked, "Can you bear to give up such a young child?"

"Even if we're reluctant, we have to be willing to do so. The country is in this state, how can we not fight for our lives? The big boss behind my house only had three boys, but they all died on the battlefield, completely cutting off their family line. This is what it means to have too few children."