Song Yuanhuanzhi

Chapter 36

The temperature tonight is not as cold as before, and Song Huan can feel the difference after washing.

Song Huan sat on the stool opposite the stove, brushing his hair and warming himself by the fire, which was filled with charcoal.

The kitchen area is small, and the charcoal fire will be warmer. Today, everyone has to watch the new year and come directly to the kitchen.

The brazier in the middle did not turn off the fire, and a barbed wire fence was placed above it. A pot of tea was roasted on the wire mesh, and red dates, sweet potatoes, peanuts, and glutinous rice cakes were placed around the teapot.

The glutinous rice cakes were chopped into thumb-sized cubes by Song Huan, and they could be eaten one at a time when they were cooked.

Brother, who was clamoring to stay with him during the day, had already squinted his eyes and lowered his head little by little.

Song Huan didn't bother to wake him up, and would have to come out after putting him back on the bed, so it's better to let him fall asleep.

Song Huan directly leaned brother's head on his lap, waiting for him to fall asleep.

Speaking of which, she found a problem.

I used to blow dry my hair with a hair dryer, and the hair dries quickly, but it is not so silky and smooth.

Now use a cloth towel to absorb the water on the hair, the hair is not only smooth and soft, but also as elegant as the wind.

Rice washing water is not much worse than shampoo.

Although the ancients lacked high technology, they did not lack good things that could be replaced.

This is not to say that the new technology is not good, the new technology is good, life is convenient, as long as you want to learn knowledge, you can find everything you need on the Internet, but I hope that the two can go hand in hand.

While contributing to the future of science and technology, it is also possible to preserve traditional craftsmanship and various knowledge belonging to Chinese culture, instead of visiting museums for everything.

Some crafts and knowledge passed down from the older generation, if the younger generation is impatient to learn "lonely" and there is no inheritor, then these things will only be submerged in the long river of time.

It is sometimes a kind of sadness when the former characters, knowledge, and craftsmanship become just literal words.

Song Huan sighed, even if she hadn't been reborn, in that era, young people's own lives were a problem, how could they have such dedication, endure "temptation, loneliness", and study in silence?

So whether it is now or ever.

Throughout the ages and in the future, it is only for that one bite, clothing, and housing.

Only.

While Song Huan was in a trance, Fu Yuanzhi also came in with his hair loose.

Wet black hair.

The drops of water flowing down the cheeks slowly slipped into the slightly loosened collar, coupled with those deep eyes.

Song Huan swallowed, quickly realized something was wrong, lowered his eyes, and immediately hugged the brother on the side of his leg, leaving a sentence, "I will send brother to sleep first."

Fu Yuanzhi frowned slightly at Song Huan who was in a hurry.

He looked down at himself, and his face turned red when he realized something was wrong.

Any thoughts that don't belong to this moment are all thrown away.

Song Huan put down his younger brother and didn't rush into the kitchen, but went to the yard to look at the foot of the mountain.

Every household has a faint light, and Song Huan guesses that most of them are fired with firewood.

It can not only keep warm in the cold night, but also make it easier to stay up late.

Even people who are stingy on weekdays have to bear with distress from New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, eat some delicious food, and use what they are reluctant to use on weekdays.

The Laibao Boy and Liang Dayong's family are a little bit better. With the charcoal given by Song Huan, they can save some firewood. Although it is not much, it is enough for them to get through the long night.

Originally, the two families were reluctant to use this precious thing, but they were persuaded by the two children. In the end, it was the same reason after thinking about it. When the time comes, they will not do well, and the siblings on the mountain may have a hard time.

On weekdays, these family members help Song Huan to cover it up, so Song Huan's "competence" has not been conspicuous in the village for so long. On the contrary, it is because of the fishing net that Song Huan has gained some good reputation.

In this matter, to be honest, it would not be so generous for someone else to give up these benefits.

Not to mention the past, but now the children in the two villages take turns to use fishing nets, and each of them can get about ten yuan a month. Although it is not much, the family members are more happy when their children can earn money .

So, in Darongshu Village, not to mention anything else, only those people who followed Liang Dayong and Laibao Boy to go fishing, benefited indirectly, and would not talk about Song Huan's sister and brother.

On the contrary, when jealous people say they are not, there will be one or two people who will help to say good things.

"It's not easy for this child, and he has to raise a younger brother."

"Yeah, I think back when I took my Dalang with me, I was in a hurry. My old man went out to earn money at home. It's really not easy for Song girl to be able to carry the family."

"Besides, this child is really generous, and it's also for these children in the village."

"That's right, the fish in that river are not privately owned. It has always been owned by whoever can catch them."

"She still doesn't take money. I heard from the child, what is it called, oh, yes, the deposit. As long as everyone doesn't use fishing nets, take it back and return it to her, and she will still return the money."

"That's right, it's still old Song's family who can teach children. Although her mother died young, girl Song has been taught for seven years. This child really follows her parents. She is kind and a good person!"

Listening to these words, those jealous people only gritted their teeth with hatred, while regretting that their children didn't work with Liang Dayong and the others on weekdays, and they couldn't even eat.

While hating Song Huan at the same time, didn't you see that there are still many children in the village who have not been able to join?What is Dongxi Village for others?
Turn your elbows out!

Sure enough, if you are not a pure person from Darongshu Village, your heart will not be towards your own village!
No matter how turbulent my heart is, others have already said it, so why do I still have to say what I have in my heart?
Doesn't this give others more reason to gossip about themselves?
Such a budget-minded person is of course afraid of losing face.

Let others know that you are blaming others because you don't get a share of the pie, and the other party is still a child under fourteen.

For a period of time, those people in the village talked about it, and in the end it had no effect on the person concerned, and those who benefited also benefited.

Even if you are not reconciled, you can only think about it in your heart and talk to your husband.

Some husbands are sensible and will preach a few words.

"Things belong to others, and they can give them to whoever they like? Who gave your face to miss a child's things?"

"The two Lizhengs are also full of praise for Song girl, you want people to know that you are dissatisfied Lizheng?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, those women could only feel pity in their hearts, but they stopped gossiping.

Some selfish husbands will secretly hate for a while when their mother-in-law says so.

But at that moment, there were endless things to do every day, so how could there be so much energy to complain about a teenage child?
These gossips also slowly dissipated over time, and only a few words were mentioned occasionally.

In the end, they will still be crushed underground by the oncoming farm work, without seeing the light of day.

After all, what belongs to others belongs to others. It is your own that you have to clear up your own one-third of an acre of land.

(End of this chapter)