Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 3 Earn rice noodles money for the little girl
Zhao Jing thought so in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask.

Zhao Wenmu spoke sarcasticly to their mother and daughter every day, and now she looked a little better, and she didn't want Zhao Wenmu to come down.

I just vowed secretly in my heart that I must take good care of my little girl.

If Zhao Wenmu really dares to play tricks on the little girl, she will fight him desperately!
Zhao Wenmu didn't know that in just a few minutes, Zhao Jing had already planned so much in her heart.

I almost had no idea where to bury him.

He was also thinking in his mind, how can he make money?
It is now the spring of 1980, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up has blown across the southeast coast, but their small northern town has not yet melted away.

Even the household contract responsibility system will not be fully implemented until two years later.

At present, the production team (in the village) only allocates half of the land to the commune members to contract production to each household. This is the village committee's hard request, and the commune has held several meetings before approving it with fear.

However, in the southern coastal areas, the self-employed have begun to rise, and Daoye is also on the stage of history.

But these are not suitable for me at present, because the current policy does not allow it.

More importantly, he has no capital.

At present, farmers still have no concept of commercial trade and market economy, and almost everyone's thinking is still stuck in the past, and they regard these things as scourges.

At most, it is to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, and to sell some eggs to the supply and marketing cooperative.

After all, right now even raising a few chickens and raising a pig has to report to the production team first.

However, Zhao Wenmu, who has resurrected his life, knows in his heart that business and trade will soon sweep the country, and businessmen and entrepreneurs will become the most active group of people on the historical stage in the next few decades.

The isolation of economic and trade exchanges between urban and rural areas is about to be broken!

The market demand already exists, but most people don't understand it!
Information is money!

And he has information!

Thinking of this, he already knew where to make his first pot of gold.

Zhao Wenmu put the little girl back on the kang, carried a big bamboo basket on her back, and went out with a small hoe for weeding.

There are a lot of bamboo baskets at home. My second brother, Zhao Wenguang, is a carpenter and can weave bamboo baskets and bamboo baskets.

Shanqian Village where Zhao Wenmu's family is located, as the name suggests, there are continuous mountains behind the village.

There is also a small river in front of the village.

In early spring, most of the shrubs and weeds have not sprouted yet, but shepherd's purse, bitter herbs, and gray vegetables are at their tenderest.

These things are all over the mountains and plains, and people in the village will also pick some to eat.

But no one has ever thought that it can be sold in the city.

Zhao Wenmu quickly dug a big basket full.

When she got home, Zhao Jing was busy in the kitchen.

He took out the wild vegetables, and before it was dark, he cleaned up all the dead branches, dry leaves and mud mixed in the tender leaves of the wild vegetables.

This is really a time-consuming and labor-intensive job.

It is much more troublesome than digging wild vegetables.

When Zhao Jing came out after cooking, Zhao Wenmu was still busy cleaning wild vegetables.

"Little brother, why are you digging up so many wild vegetables?"

She asked timidly, Zhao Wenmu didn't like her pointing fingers at her affairs.

"Sister, I'll sell these wild vegetables in the city tomorrow."

Zhao Jing opened her mouth, but finally said nothing.

Every household has these wild vegetables, who would buy them?
In any case, the little brother finally worked hard, so it's better not to dampen his enthusiasm.

Zhao Wenmu cleaned up the wild vegetables, and found some dried corn bracts to soak.

There are no plastic bags in this era, and corn bracts can be twisted into ropes to bind things.

For dinner, there are only sweet potatoes and potatoes, and Zhao Jing's own pickled radish sticks.

The two were having dinner when the elder sister-in-law Liu Xiumei opened the door and came in. She was holding a bowl with an egg in it and two yellowed steamed buns.

The yellowing is because there is a lot of corn in the steamed buns, and white flour steamed buns are usually unaffordable.

The sister-in-law put down the bowl, then grabbed Zhao Wenmu's ear and reprimanded her.

"Little brother, have you gone drinking again?"

She heard what happened at noon from Zhao Wenmu's second brother Zhao Wenguang.

Liu Xiumei is eight years older than Zhao Wenmu. She is not only Zhao Wenmu's sister-in-law, but also his uncle's cousin.

Since childhood, this cousin has rubbed their brothers on the ground.

After she got married, this sister-in-law never regarded herself as an outsider, but whenever her uncle and sister-in-law caused trouble, she greeted them unambiguously.

Zhao Wenmu was not afraid of his parents since he was a child, but his sister-in-law.

Zhao Jing got up to dissuade her, but she also pushed her down.

"Ah Jing, you sit and eat, I'm going to teach this kid a lesson today."

In fact, she not only wanted to teach Zhao Wenmu a lesson, but also to watch Zhao Jing eat.

She knew that all good things ended up in Zhao Wenmu's stomach. This kid never knew how to feel sorry for his wife.

Here Liu Xiumei is grabbing Zhao Wenmu's ear, which can be said to be a word of advice.

Over there, Zhao Jing was eating in small bites. She knew that Mrs. Egg would watch her eat it, but she only ate a little bit of steamed bun.

"Sister, you ate all the steamed buns, I don't want to eat steamed buns!"

The steamed buns were so small that Zhao Jing could eat them all. Zhao Wenmu could tell that she wanted to keep them for herself.

Such a good day!
After I left home in my previous life, my sister-in-law passed away unexpectedly when she was transporting autumn peaches down the mountain in the autumn of that year.

Now Zhao Jing is sitting at the table and eating quietly.

The little girl in the room was sleeping soundly.

The sister-in-law pulled her ear with an angry face, still babbling.

Zhao Wenmu laughed involuntarily, tears streaming down his face as he smiled.

Liu Xiumei was also taken aback, she quickly let go of her hand, and her tone became gentler:

"Little brother, you are not young anymore, be more considerate and considerate of Ah Jing, don't be idle all day long, live your little life well..."

In the past, Zhao Wenmu became impatient after listening to these words, and even angered Zhao Jing.

This time, he listened obediently, until the sister-in-law had finished speaking, and then he responded with an unsatisfactory face:

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, little brother won't mess up again!"

"I promise to treat Ah Jing well in the future!"

Zhao Jing, who was eating with her head down, immediately filled with tears when she heard this.

This is the first time that Zhao Wenmu called her "A Jing". Before marriage, Zhao Wenmu called her "third sister" and "sister", but after marriage most of the time he called her "Hello" and "Zhao Jing".

Just a slightly intimate "A Jing" broke her defenses.

Perhaps Zhao Wenmu has really changed.

Liu Xiumei was also very happy to hear Zhao Wenmu's words, she smiled and left.

Only then did Zhao Wenmu sit down to eat again.

"Sister, I will treat you and my daughter well in the future!"

"Ah."

In the end, Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing each ate one of the two steamed buns. Zhao Jing insisted that she was full, but Zhao Wenmu didn't insist anymore.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must let Zhao Jing live a good life.

After dinner, Zhao Wenmu first went to his second brother's house to borrow a steelyard.

He will go to the city to sell vegetables early tomorrow morning, so things need to be prepared in advance.

Before going to bed at night, Zhao Wenmu first boiled some water in the pot. The hot water can be used for washing, and the kang will not be cold at night.

After all, it is still early spring, and the night is still a little cold.

He let Zhao Jing sleep on the top of the kang, Xiao Nannan slept between the two of them, and he himself slept on the top of the kang.

In the past, he always occupied the kang, never caring whether Zhao Jing was cold or not.

When the little girl wakes up crying at night, he either pretends to be asleep and doesn't move at all.

Either wake up Zhao Jing, speak disgustingly, and let her take care of the little girl.

It doesn't take into account that Zhao Jing has to do so much work during the day.

He secretly made up his mind that he must take care of his little daughter at night from now on, and let Zhao Jing have a good rest.

At night, the little girl really started to cry.

Before Zhao Wenmu could react, Zhao Jing had tiptoed off the kang.Seeing Zhao Wenmu wake up, she was a little timid, afraid that Zhao Wenmu would lose his temper again.

Looking at Zhao Jing's cowardly eyes, Zhao Wenmu understood it all at once.

He stepped forward to put clothes on Zhao Jing, and said softly with his tone as gentle as possible:
"Sister, let me take care of the little girl at night from now on, you have a good rest."

"You taught me how to come this time."

As he spoke, he took the thermos bottle from Zhao Jing's hand involuntarily.

Zhao Jing was stunned for a while before she realized it. She explained to Zhao Wenmu in a soft voice how much rice noodles to add, how much water to put in, what temperature the water was, how to hold the baby bottle, and how to hold the little girl so that she would not choke on the milk...

After doing it once, Zhao Wenmu roughly understood it.

Who knew that after feeding the little girl rice noodles, not long after the two of them lay down, the little guy started crying again.

As soon as Zhao Jing touched it, she knew that the little guy had peed.

The diaper was wet, and the little one was uncomfortable and cried.

She hurriedly got up to change the diaper for the little girl again, but Zhao Wenmu stopped her again and asked her to guide her to do it.

After changing the diaper for the little guy, Zhao Wenmu thought about it and asked Zhao Jing to go to bed first.

He went to wash his diapers.

Zhao Jing thought he had gone out to use the bathroom, so she didn't care.

Until the sound of water was heard outside.

It turned out that Zhao Wenmu was washing things. She went out and saw Zhao Wenmu washing diapers. After watching for a while, she said:
"Little brother, you can't wash it clean like this, put it there and I'll wash it tomorrow morning."

Zhao Wenmu thought about it, and didn't bother about it at night, just study with Zhao Jing tomorrow.

He nodded, and the two went back to the house to sleep.

In two lifetimes, Zhao Wenmu really knew for the first time how troublesome it is to take care of a child.

How did Zhao Jing do so many things alone in the past.

Thinking of this, he felt more and more that he used to be a jerk.

The next day, Zhao Jing got up early in the morning.

Rural people are like this, they get up to work before dawn, not to mention that Zhao Jing does all the work at home by herself.

Zhao Wenmu also got up early, first he watched Zhao Jing demonstrate how to wash and dry diapers.

It turns out that after the diapers are washed, they need to be boiled in boiling water to disinfect them, and they need to be exposed to the sun for a while at noon.

Just changing several diapers a day, how busy Zhao Jing is usually alone.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenmu made up his mind to share more of these tasks with Zhao Jing in the future.

After washing the diapers, Zhao Wenmu told Zhao Jing, put on the bamboo basket and went out.

The bamboo basket was full of [-] to [-] catties of wild vegetables, and he even sprinkled some water on it before going out.

In this way, when you go to the city, you will look fresher.

There was nothing to eat at home, so Zhao Jing stuffed him with two hot sweet potatoes, and told him that it didn't matter if he couldn't sell them, and went home early.

As long as I don't gamble, I'm fine.

She thought to herself.

　Readers (should have, yes?) Please leave a lot of comments or comments in this chapter, let me know that I am not alone (well, I am indeed one), and I am more motivated when coding.

　　
　
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