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 , how could everyone not panic? Even worse, the monthly fixed grain supply had already begun to decrease. The previous supply was barely enough; everyone would go to the Pigeon Market to supplement a bit, getting some fat and nutrients to barely sustain themselves. Now, the Pigeon Market was almost closed. Even the farmers had no food, so how could they bring any to sell in the city? As for pork and eggs, the supplies were there, but they were also reduced. The reduction could still be tolerated, but what was most, most, most dreadful was holding those vouchers and having nothing available to purchase. Some people would say if there is no supply, no problem, you can go fishing, go for a walk in the mountains. The idea is nice, but sadly, even the fish in the river are decreasing rapidly as everyone hopes to fish to improve their meals. Earlier, if small fish were caught, everyone would throw them back to let them grow and breed. Nowadays, any fish, regardless of size, would be fished out, after all, it was still a piece of meat; even a bowl of fish soup was worth it. Although Zhang Yu was acknowledged as a fishing master, it had been a long time since she had caught any fish. Fortunately, she had saved some small fish in her space earlier, occasionally bringing them out to improve their meals. Occasionally, she could also eat some dried fish that kept her from fainting from hunger. Even though there was not much grain in Zhang Yu’s space, it was still enough to feed the three of them plus Old Man Wang three meals a day, filling them to eighty percent during this barren year. Still, Zhang Yu didn’t dare to do that, as everyone was looking sallow with hunger, appearing like starved ghosts. If, like before, they didn’t look chubby but appeared healthy and full of vitality, the people around would certainly speculate how she managed to feed her family. Though it’s not an era where people eat each other, in these days of scarcity, anything is possible. Xue Fan lay there tossing and turning, and Wang Xia felt the man beside her turning back and forth, "If you don’t sleep, tossing around like that, aren’t you wasting energy?" "I can’t sleep." For some reason, recently Xue Fan felt various irritations as if he had missed something. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out what he missed. "What’s wrong? Do you also feel that even the leftover food from the canteen is gone now?" Wang Xia rubbed her stomach. "They say even in famine, cooks don’t starve, but here we are." When the supply was reduced, Wang Xia didn’t pay much attention, thinking that in any case, cooks wouldn’t starve, especially those at the mechanical factory. Last year, knowing that grain prices were skyrocketing, Wang Xia hurried to the black market to sell all the grain she had, feeling quite delighted at the time, buying supply grain at a low price and selling it at a high one. She could earn more than twenty yuan each month, nearly equaling half a person’s salary, which made her quite happy. Unfortunately, those days changed this year. The supplies at the mechanical factory also dwindled. Not to mention leftovers, even the supplies for us in the logistics department reduced. Originally, by eating at the workplace, even if the portions reduced each meal, it could still save a meal or two at home. Now they could only eat lunch at work, and even that was strictly controlled. "You say our family’s food supply makes us feel hungry, how do Zhang Yu and her family manage?" Xue Fan originally thought by this year, Zhang Yu shouldn’t be able to hold on. Who would have thought that Zhang Yu and her two children, though looking frail, were still in high spirits? "Do you mean she goes to the black market?" Wang Xia was quite excited. Previously, few people went to the black market because the prices were horrendously high there. Now that food was in tight supply, more people went to the black market, but despite the sky-high prices, the supply was too small to mention. "Does she have the money?" Wang Xia was very puzzled, "Didn’t she use the compensation from Zhao Jun to renovate the house?" "She earns over thirty a month, plus her two children get a ten-yuan allowance each, how much do you think she could save?" Xue Fan had always been studying Zhang Yu, considering her monthly income and expenses. "And the fish she caught last year, she often traded with people, who knows how much she saved." "I also wonder if she unearthed any treasure." After the neighbors remodeled their house, Xue Fan had been worried about this. "Probably not, with so many people at the construction site, if any treasure were unearthed, it couldn’t be completely silent." Wang Xia said confidently. Follow current novels on noⅴelfire.net Wang Xia had always wanted to know one thing, "Are you really sure there is treasure in Zhang Yu’s house?" As the children grew, having only one room was getting unbearably cramped. If it weren’t for Xue Fan saying that there were gold and jewels next door, she would always be itching for a good argument; obviously, there was initially a larger house. But Xue Fan insisted on this room because he heard someone say there were jewels here; they could have had a better house. It wasn’t that the house was larger, but beside that house was a small area where a small room could be built, making living at least a bit more spacious. As for this house, thinking about expanding was out of the question; there would be an immediate report against you, which infuriated Wang Xia just thinking about it. Xue Fan didn’t even want to bother with Wang Xia. If his family weren’t so down and out then, why would he have married her? He actually didn’t care about rumors, those hearsay stories were untrustworthy. This treasure was indeed buried by his grandfather, his biological grandfather, no mistake. His grandfather was the steward of this siheyuan, buried at the master’s command. The reason it was buried then was there were too many bandits and villains, and the master had this idea. As for whether other parts of this courtyard had such buried treasures, grandpa said there were, but where exactly only the homeowner knew. Grandpa said the original owner had immense wealth, just low-profiled, as the steward he only knew part of it. Just a part of it was already extraordinary riches. Before the army entered the city, the owner hurriedly left the Capital City with large treasures heading south to Harbor City. As for grandpa, the steward, the homeowner used the excuse of too many people and didn’t take the old man, including the promised severance pay, which was also defaulted, even injuring grandpa. By the time grandpa recovered and planned to dig up the treasure, he found people already living there, and it was sold, which almost made grandpa puke blood; he passed away soon after getting home.