Yuanchun’s dimension was brimming with food. There were plenty of raw vegetables, meats, fish, and eggs, yet she dared not take any of them out.
It was the lunar month of winter in the Northeast; the fields were a desolate, dusty gray, devoid of any greenery. If she were to produce fresh vegetables, pheasants, or hares, she would have no way to explain where they came from. Even with the few fish she had already managed to bring out, it was only because Mother Wang was easy to fool and trusted her daughter’s words. Had it been anyone else, she would never have gotten away with it.
On the third day, after finishing breakfast, Yuanchun rode Father Wang’s bicycle into town.
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