My old hometown is a poverty-stricken agricultural county under the jurisdiction of Mianyang Special Zone in Sichuan Province. During the three years of the great famine in 1959, 1960, and 1961, I was just a primary school student. I would sit in class every day, hungry to the point where I saw stars and became skin and bones, unable to focus on my studies. Instead, I would daydream and imagine red-cooked pork, twice-cooked pork, and pan-fried buns with cold noodles. That's what real wishful thinking for food is like! Fortunately, things started to improve by 1962. During those three years (1959-1961), three elderly relatives in my family starved to death (my grandmother, grandfather, and grandmother). They were all around 50 years old! Many of my neighbors suffered from edema; their legs and arms would form dents upon pressure, which wouldn't recover for a long time. Everyone was emaciated, and when they went to the hospital, the doctors would prescribe two simple remedies: either eat twice-cooked pork four times a month until full or eat four large rice bran cakes every month. The edema would naturally heal! Looking back, such simple treatments seemed like a fantasy at the time! Not to mention eating twice-cooked pork, we couldn't even smell meat all year round! Rice bran cakes seemed simpler, but we couldn't even see any rice, let alone rice bran! Some people tried to find rice husks and ground them into cakes to eat. Even though it caused constipation, at least it saved lives! Thank God for blessing me and showing mercy by not letting me starve to death! Amen!