Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 4 First Breakfast

"What are you doing out there, and what's going on inside?" Lin Yuzhu picked up two baskets of pigweed and walked in, asking by the way.

"Hey, you don't know. According to the task you assigned, I wrote a short essay about weeping ghosts and gods and mourning the world. I mixed all kinds of news together to create an extremely tragic life experience. My mother was moved. It’s too bad, pick up a pen and encourage me to live a good life.”

Lin Yulan followed her with her hands behind her back to ask for credit with pride on her face, she didn't care at all about changing her name to "mother", she spoke smoothly and smoothly.

Lin Yuzhu twitched her lips, "What about her?"

"Oh, I said I was hungry, and she went to cook me something to eat. By the way, I see how the way she holds the pen looks like calligraphy with a brush, which is quite typical~ Isn't she just an ordinary rural woman with a rough life? ?”

Lin Yuzhu sighed faintly, "It used to be beautiful. Let me tell you about your body's life experience, and some things to pay attention to here. Although I don't know when I can go back, at least I should try my best to live it right now. .”

From the main room to the backyard and then to the kitchen, there is a series of crap, crap, crap and crap all the way
On rainy days, the kitchen leaks and the floor is wet, and all the tiles are moved to the row of the earthen stove, which can only ensure that the cupboards and firewood will not get wet.

I can't care about other places.

Tiles need money to buy, and money is not enough to spend.

Lin Yuzhu put down her burden, glanced at Fang Shuhui who was sitting in front of the stove unconsciously adding firewood, and turned her head to stare at Lin Yulan with a bitter face.

"You see, she looks like she can cook for you? If you don't follow her well, why come out to join in the fun!"

Light stuffed firewood, no sparks at all.

"Uh cough." Lin Yulan rubbed her nose, "I trust her too much."

"Go, pull her aside and wait." Lin Yuzhu rolled up her sleeves, lifted the lid of the pot, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

A dozen sweet potatoes of various sizes were piled up in the pot without a drop of water.

Fortunately, there is no fire, otherwise the pot will burn...

Sweet Potato Carbon for Breakfast…

She scooped up two ladles of water to cover the pot, and Lin Yulan had persuaded Fang Shuhui to the side and comforted her silently.

During the lean season, the whole village usually eats sweet potatoes in the morning.

Lin Yuzhu looked at the rice urn, and there was only one foundation left.

Grain is extremely precious in this era of planned economy. To buy grain, you have to go to the grain station in the town and buy it by ticket.

How many catties of food stamps buy corresponding grains, the unit price is calculated separately.

If you have money but you don't have tickets, you can't buy food.

The production team only distributes a few jin of rice coupons to the members every year, and the original owner doesn't even know the price of rice.

The food rations are all distributed by the production team, and the food stamps with denominations of two or three catties are left to buy flour at the end of the year.

The only chance to eat pasta all year round is during the Chinese New Year.

Wheat is not grown in this area, and the grain station only has one kind of flour, standard flour.

Seventy-one cents a catty, there is no special flour ticket, and they are all bought with food stamps.

It is a happy thing for villagers to eat a meal of steamed buns and noodles.

When they ridicule people's whimsy, they always smile sarcastically, "Want to eat noodles?"

The village calls matches matches, and the Lin family does not have such consumables.

The only sound in the kitchen was the crackling sound of the fire scythe hitting the flint, and sparks flying everywhere.

Lin Yuzhu's adoptive father in the 21st century didn't like the hustle and bustle of big cities, so he built a villa in the mountains.Every morning and evening, I wear a straw hat and carry a hoe to go around the field, chatting with the left-behind elderly in the village about farming and children.

She grew up in the mountains, her adoptive father never doted on her, she was well nourished spiritually, and she could not be left behind in work.

The technical work of cooking with an earthen stove is handy.

The firewood beeped, and Lin Yuzhu took out two wicker sticks from the hogweed basket, cut off a section of skin, and handed one to Lin Yulan.

"What is it for?" Lin Yulan shook it back and forth in her hand.

"brush teeth."

"Good guy can't even afford a toothbrush? How do you use this thing?"

"Chew this end, and you will get a brush head." Lin Yuzhu demonstrated to her, "There is no toothpaste, you can dip a little salt to help clean."

Fang Shuhui sat on a low stool and quietly watched Lin Yuzhu teach Lin Yulan how to brush her teeth, use a scythe, and introduce various things in the kitchen.

My heart was sore and swollen. In the past, it was my younger sister who protected my older sister.

The current elder sister is completely different from her daughter, her brows are indifferent and confident, and her gestures are calm and unhurried.

Such a person even made her feel a little respectful.

"Oops!" Lin Yulan screamed, holding her bloody finger, bouncing and screaming, "Hurry up! I cut my hand! Is there any alcohol iodine... um..."

Lin Yulan was dumbfounded as she watched Fang Shuhui hook a dusty object from the corner of the wall at a very fast speed, wrap it around her bleeding fingers, and even patted her head.

"No, isn't she so sloppy!" Lin Yulan flicked her index finger vigorously, hopping her feet, "With so much dust, won't the wound be infected!"

Lin Yuzhu glanced back, very calm.

"This kind of cotton-like spider web is very common among folks to stop bleeding from small wounds, and it's not a big problem. I want you to chop pigweed, not your hands. If you don't know how to do it, you can do it slowly."

Lin Yulan was skeptical, the incision hurt a lot, and she jumped in front of her pitifully, "I'm injured, so I don't have to go to work today. You need to soak the seedlings in water, so I won't be infected!"

"Don't dream, minor injuries won't leave the line of fire." Lin Yuzhu picked up the sweet potatoes in the pot with a basket, "Look at the scars on her hands, except that she was too sick to get out of bed, she didn't ask for leave because of these .”

Lin Yulan's original owner was very strong. Others laughed at her family for being small and slow in doing things, and earning work points was not as strong as half a child.

They didn't rest at noon, they stayed in the paddy fields all day, and they couldn't straighten their backs when they went back at night.

Silly and stubborn.

"Ah? Is it so miserable?" Lin Yulan pursed her mouth, took a bite of the sweet potato that Lin Yuzhu handed over, "Forget it, I can't destroy the human design, I will fight!"

After shouting the slogan, tears flowed down my face.

Sin.
It's okay to make a wish.
Mom and Dad have their own homes, and they don’t care about her, at least they pay her monthly living expenses into her card, there is a babysitter for housework, and a driver for going out
At school, no one dared to speak loudly to her except the head teacher.

Fortunately, her status is embarrassing, anyone can come and bully her twice, and she is too poor to have enough to eat.
Lin Yuzhu didn't have time to take care of her, and quickly poured the hogweed that Fang Shuhui had chopped into the pot where the sweet potatoes were boiled, took the slop bucket and poured in the swill that didn't have a little bit of oil, and scooped two scoops of rice bran to stir it.

After washing his hands, he took a sweet potato and sat on a stool while eating it while looking down and thinking.

There was a piggy, a rooster, and three hens in the house.

For the Lin family without any skills, these are the source of most of the sideline income.

The eggs are saved and sold at the market or sold to the commune’s buying station, and the roosters are raised and killed during the Chinese New Year.

Pig manure and chicken manure are used to fertilize the ground for self-retention. When the pigs grow up, let the brigade inspectors see if they are of sufficient grade.

Killing pigs... The Lin family can't afford to kill them.

People can't get enough to eat, and there is no extra food to feed chickens and pigs.

If you just feed rice bran, sweet potatoes, and pigweed, the pigs will not be fat.

She searched her memory, and prepared to use the resources here and in this space to make her own feed.

She glanced at Fang Shuhui who was sitting there silently eating sweet potatoes. This poor mother passed out from the shock last night. She went out to cut pigweed again in the morning.

Lin Yuzhu finished eating the sweet potatoes in two or three strokes, took a ladle of cold water to rinse her mouth, and patted Lin Yulan on the shoulder, "After you finish eating, help clean up. I'll go to the captain's house to help...my mother...please take half a day off."

Her adoptive father adopted her when she was in his 60s, and she only saw her adoptive mother in photos.

This sentence, our mother, is very awkward.

She has to try to fit in here as much as possible, and changing her name is helpless.

(End of this chapter)