When Zhang Yu woke up in the middle of the night, she rubbed her protesting stomach, truly hungry.
Unable to sleep due to hunger, Zhang Yu looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed softly. It was already 1961, the most difficult time.
Last year's grain harvest was poor, at least everyone had a little stockpile. Although it was tough, everyone pulled through.
Everyone hoped that the new year would bring better circumstances, but unexpectedly, the new year saw unfavorable conditions everywhere, especially in the major grain-producing areas, where many places were hit by disasters.
Even though the summer harvest was approaching, the situation reported in the newspapers didn't look promising.
With things like this, how could everyone not panic? Even worse, the monthly fixed grain supply had already begun to decrease.
