In the evening, following Aunt Wang and a group's campaign, every household started sending their firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar to the street canteen.
Zhou Jiao didn't know if everyone was wholeheartedly contributing everything without holding back. But she and a few acquaintances certainly wouldn't do that.
The joyful sounds of everyone in the night echoed loudly and lingered for a long time. Indeed, it's a cause for celebration; in these times, being able to eat until full at will is indeed joyful.
Early the next morning, the door of Zhang Guoqing's home had already been knocked on countless times. The couple, smiling broadly, looked at the excited and enthusiastic relatives, friends, and neighbors in front of them and could only open the door and listen to their visions.
Even before mealtime, door knocks, shouts, and the cheers of children resounded through the streets and alleys. Gradually, people started gathering in groups and heading to the canteen.
