Although cornmeal is a whole grain, it is better for making porridge, at least better than white flour, and it resists hunger. Fangyuan now uses one word to describe it, that is 'hungry', two words means very hungry, three words means extremely hungry.

I grabbed a few handfuls of cornmeal balls and hurriedly ran to the kitchen. Although it was cornmeal, it was rather rough and should be called corn grits.

He picked up a ladle, filled some water from the large vat, poured it into the lunch box, and then came to the stove. The stove burned charcoal, but the fire was sealed now.

Fangyuan picked up the fire stick from the ground, poked a hole in the middle of the stove, and then put the lunch box on it.

It only takes a few minutes! The lunch box is starting to steam. The weather is already very cold now. Fangyuan feels cold anyway, which may be because he is hungry.

After a few more minutes, the aroma of polenta hit his face. Fangyuan knew that it was almost done, so he quickly ran over to get a pair of chopsticks, separated the chopsticks and inserted them into the handle of the lunch box, and took out the lunch box.

There was no way, the handle of the lunch box was very hot now, so we had to use this method. After putting the lunch box on the stove, Fangyuan couldn't wait to do it.

At first, the freshly made porridge was very hot. Fangyuan could only eat it with chopsticks to avoid getting burned. But even so, he felt that his body was slowly getting warmer.

This also made Fangyuan feel that he was alive, yes, he was alive, because he already had some heat in his body.

After finishing a lunch box of polenta, Fangyuan felt that all the strength in his body had returned, and he felt much more energetic.

But Fangyuan now has to consider another issue, which is what to do in the future. He can't stay here forever, let alone come here every night.

Because it will be discovered soon, even said that it will be discovered tomorrow morning.

The only option now is to leave and take some food with him, but this goes against the education he has received since childhood.

His parents taught him from an early age not to take advantage of others. This is a matter of moral character.

But when life and morality collide, Fangyuan can only choose to be immoral. There is no other way. The most important thing is to survive.

Fangyuan entered the storage room, took a pile of empty cloth bags at the door, and poured them into the empty cloth bags from those filled with white flour and cornmeal.

This body was only eight years old, and he couldn't carry any more. He could only put a little in a cloth bag until he could carry it.

Soon he put a bag of white flour into five or six cloth bags, and then opened a bag of cornmeal. Half an hour later, there were more than twenty cloth bags containing white flour and cornmeal at Fangyuan's feet.

Together, these are two bags of white flour and two bags of cornmeal. These grains are enough for him to survive this winter.

After finishing this, Fangyuan thought about it and opened the sack containing potatoes, and then filled seven or eight small bags of potatoes.

After installing these things, it was probably around ten o'clock at night. It was still too early at this time, and Fangyuan planned to go out after twelve o'clock.

In the meantime, Fangyuan turned off the lights in the kitchen, came out of the kitchen, and started walking around in the cafeteria.

After being hungry for such a long time and eating a full lunch box of porridge, it was a bit overwhelming, but in fact I was just holding on.

After walking around the canteen a few times, Fangyuan discovered that there was another door in a corner of the canteen, and this door was locked.

Fangyuan rolled his eyes, turned back to the kitchen, and brought over the iron fire stick used to poke the fire.

Insert the fire stick through the lock nose and push it down. The lock is fine, but the door nose fell off the door. There are only two nails nailed to the door, which is not strong at all.

After opening the door and entering, Fangyuan didn't dare to turn on the light. Although it was dark inside, he didn't know if the light inside could shine outside.

Fangyuan rummaged around inside, and soon came across a kind of desk, the kind of desk used in this era. Needless to say, this should be an office, and the person working here was a small leader.

There is only one leader in the staff canteen, and that is the canteen director.

Following the table, she found a chair inside. Fang Yuan tried to pull the drawer, but unexpectedly it actually opened.

Because he couldn't see it, he didn't know what was inside. Anyway, there was something inside, and Fangyuan also touched a box. It felt like a wooden box, so Fangyuan took it out.

The other things were all paper, probably documents or something. Fangyuan took out the wooden box without moving.

After coming out of this office, Fangyuan went back to the kitchen, closed the door, and turned on the light. There was a small lock on the wooden box, a very small one.

Fangyuan wanted to use a fire stick to lock it open, but found that the fire stick couldn't be inserted at all, so he had no choice but to smash it. Once the fire stick went down, the small lock was scrapped.

Fangyuan opened the box and found a pile of money inside. He quickly picked it up and counted it, a total of sixty-two yuan.

There are two ten-dollar bills, three five-dollar bills, seven or eight two-dollar bills, and the rest are one-dollar bills, fifty-cent bills, two-cent bills, and one-cent bills, with no cents.

In addition to the money, there were some tickets inside. Fangyuan picked it up and looked at it, and found that they were some food stamps, oil stamps and vegetable stamps.

There are three types of food stamps, namely fine food stamps, coarse and coarse food stamps, and coarse food stamps. Fine grain and coarse grain. Fangyuan understands, what is this coarse and fine grain? This makes Fangyuan confused.

But he quickly figured out something. Needless to say, fine grains should be white flour and rice, and coarse grains should be sweet potatoes and potatoes. So the coarse and fine grains should be corn flour, sweet potato flour, and sorghum flour.

Otherwise, I really can’t explain what this coarse and fine grain is. Of course, this coarse and fine grain should also include millet.

There are very few fine grain stamps, only over 100 kilograms, and coarse and fine grain stamps are only over 200 kilograms. The rest are all coarse grain stamps, which are almost a thousand kilograms.

Then there are the gas coupons, which are even smaller, only seven pounds. For such a big staff canteen, there are only seven kilograms of gas coupons.

Finally, there are the food stamps, which have radish and cabbage printed on them, and there are only these two kinds. No wonder there are only these two things in the kitchen.

Of these two kinds of vegetable stamps, the radish stamp weighs 580 jins and the cabbage stamp weighs 2120 jins.

Seeing this, Fangyuan's face was filled with excitement. With these money and tickets, not to mention a winter, even a year would be no problem.

These things may not be much in a canteen of a large factory, and may not even be enough for a meal, but for an eight-year-old child in Fangyuan, this is already a lot.

Time passed by, and when he felt that time was almost up, Fangyuan began to transport food outside. He did not want the food because of those tickets.

Because he didn't know what was going on outside, and besides, whether these tickets could be used now was still a question, so he still had to get the packed food out.

Fangyuan picked up two bags at a time and threw them out from the courtyard wall. Fortunately, he didn't throw them out from where he came in. Otherwise, he didn't know if he would have enough time for such a long journey.

It took more than an hour for Fangyuan to throw out all the things he had packed, and then ran back to get a few sacks.

The reason why we take the sack is of course to keep out the cold. The sack is made of hemp rope and is very good for keeping warm.

There were many drainage outlets, so Fangyuan found one and got out. Fortunately, there was a wasteland outside the courtyard wall, and not far from the courtyard wall was a large reed swamp.

It was impossible for anyone to come here, and since time was running out, Fangyuan found a place nearby to bury the grain.

Including the few lunch boxes and those sacks he took out, they were all buried.

After burying the food, Fangyuan returned to the broken wall, found the place where he had been lying before, and sat down.

He didn't sleep, not because he was excited about getting so much food, but because he was a little worried that people from the factory would come looking for him.

However, his worries were completely unnecessary. This did not mean that the factory did not pay attention to it, but it did not occur to him that outsiders had stolen it from the factory.

After all, the factory is so big that it is not easy to find the location of the canteen, and so much was stolen at once, so after discovering it early in the morning, the factory immediately started investigating.

Even people from the police station came with more than 200 kilograms of grain and more than 60 yuan. In addition, there were so many food stamps, oil stamps, and vegetable stamps. This was considered a big case.

However, the police station thought the same as the factory, and also believed that it was done by someone inside the factory. No, after a round of investigation, nothing was found, so the matter had to be left alone.

This is also thanks to the fact that Fangyuan is a person from later generations and often watches TV series about criminal investigation cases, so he has cleaned up everything both inside and outside.

This is why it took him so long to get the food out.

Fangyuan had no choice! Even if he was an adult, even if he was just a teenager, he would not steal it.

But he is only an eight-year-old child now. Apart from this, does he have any other options? Otherwise, he will not starve to death.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, I felt that nothing happened, and Fangyuan came out of the corner.

Fangyuan had lived in the Imperial Capital for more than ten years in his previous life and knew the Imperial City very well. He heard from the old people in the Imperial Capital that in this era, basically every household would have a vegetable cellar.

Although all the houses here have collapsed, there should be no problem with the vegetable cellar, so he wanted to find a vegetable cellar to use as a shelter.

Of course, the more important thing is to put the food for him.

One day, Fangyuan went back and forth in front of various collapsed houses. He didn't know whether there was no vegetable cellar here or it was buried by the collapsed houses. It was almost dark and he couldn't find any place.

By this time, Fangyuan was already very hungry. She had eaten a box of polenta last night and hadn't eaten anything for almost a whole day.
Chapter completed!