The people of Chen Family Village are very happy today, with smoke rising from every household's chimney one after another.
Old Mrs. Chen walked through the village, feeling warm inside as she watched the smoke.
It's been a long time since we've seen such a scene. In the years of war, even in dreams, we would dream of lighting fires and cooking, feeding everyone until they were full, which was a difficult thing to achieve for them.
Even though the court had distributed rice, people still saved and dared not eat freely, fearing that they would have nothing for the next meal and had to plan for the future.
Now, everyone is willing to eat rice.
Old Mrs. Chen wiped her damp eyes, murmuring without knowing what she was saying, basically saying good things, asking the deceased not to worry, and wishing she could complain to the heavens a bit, to show how well they are living now.
"Ma'am, come eat at our place! We made rice today."
"Ma'am, we also have wild boar meat at home."
