Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 14, a luxury (seeking investment, seeking further reading)
  The kang was burned, and the bed was very warm.

It dispelled the chill from his body.

But now he couldn't sleep at all.

He had slept in that weird place for a while, and with the fright, he still couldn't sleep for a while.

At this time, his mind was still thinking about what happened to him before!
  Is it really a ghost?
  But his stomach, which was not hungry at all, and the eggs and noodles he brought back before showed that all this was so real.

Why do you go there?

How did you come back?
  Is it really decades from now?
  Everything lingered in his mind for a long time.

He slowly fell asleep in a daze.

……

In his sleep, Wang Qingsong felt that there were evil spirits all around, trying to catch him back.

But no matter how he ran, he felt like he was stuck in a quagmire and running too slowly.

Until the moment the other party catches him.

He sat up suddenly.

"Hu~~"

Drenched in sweat, he looked around and saw that the kerosene lamp was already on.

A dim light shines in the darkness.

Xiaozao next to me didn’t know where she had gone.

Widow Feng looked at him and knew it was a nightmare, so she comforted him: "What's wrong? Are you dreaming? It's okay, dreams are all backwards."

Wang Qingsong nodded, looked around and asked, "Where's Xiao Zao!"

"Oh, she went to make breakfast. Didn't you tell me to have some food before leaving?"

Hearing this, Wang Qingsong nodded lightly.

Looking at his sleeping sister, he thought for a moment, quickly put on his clothes and got off the kang.

Seeing his actions, Widow Feng didn't say anything.

Because I can’t sleep much longer.

After getting up, he came to the main room and saw Xiao Zao making a fire under the stove, and the pot was already boiling.

Xiaozao saw him and smiled: "Why don't you take a nap?"

Wang Qingsong responded with a smile: "I can't sleep when I wake up."

Hearing this, Xiaozao stood up and said with a smile: "Come on, let's warm ourselves up, the rice will be cooked in a while."

After getting up, he opened the lid of the casserole and turned it over with a spoon.

The iron pot was smashed while making steel.

Then we encountered a natural disaster. How could we recover and have the money to buy an iron pot?

I can only make do with the casserole.

Not just their family, but only a few of the thirty or forty households in the entire production team have access to iron pots.

Wang Qingsong took a look and saw that the corn crumb porridge was slightly thicker than what he had eaten at Sun Xiuhe's house before, but it was not much better. It was still clear and watery.

That's good enough.

Seeing this scene, he did not sit under the stove to warm himself by the fire, but turned around and returned to the house.

He opened the flour bag he brought back yesterday and took out a sun-dried white flour bun.

But after thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and took another one, taking a corn bun by the way.

When he came to the main room, he crushed the three things and threw them into the pot.

"Hey, Brother Qingsong, are you having a rough time? Are you letting go of so much?"

Xiaozao became anxious when she saw this.

This man just doesn't know how to live. How can he survive until the summer harvest if this continues? There are still several months left!
  Wang Qingsong put the things in and smiled casually: "It's okay. We don't eat like this every day."

Although he didn't care on the surface, he was already very distressed in his heart.

This is almost a day’s ration for two people!
  Then he gently took out two eggs from his pocket, went to the side and got some water to wash them.

Xiaozao watched him wash two eggs and thought he would take them to the city to sell them later!

When I saw him throwing the eggs directly into the pot, I was shocked: "Are you crazy? Do you really want to live this life? Do you know how much these eggs can be sold in the city?"

Wang Qingsong nodded: "I know, almost one piece per piece."

"You know you still ate it."

It's put in the pot, and of course it's ready to eat. Hearing this, Wang Qingsong explained: "I know, but we don't have a ration, so what if we just exchange it for one or two yuan? It's only half a catty of cornmeal, so what's the use?"

Two eggs are close to two taels.

The replacement of corn flour is less than half a catty, the difference is not big.

When Xiao Zao heard this, he did the math and realized that it was true.

Moreover, the other party put two eggs, and it looked like they were brother and sister. Why did she worry about it!
  Also, there is gray flour in this pot.

These are only eaten during the Chinese New Year, and she can also take advantage of them.

There was nothing more to say.

Xiao Zao sat down and poked the fire with a fork.

Wang Qingsong looked at Xiao Zao. She had a handsome face like her mother, with double eyelids and big eyes, but her skin was a little yellow and black.

There are still a lot of frostbite on my ears and little hands.

Widow Feng is a famous beauty in villages all over the country.

Part of the reason for being bullied was that their family was an outsider, and the other was naturally because Widow Feng was so good-looking.

Wang Qingsong looked at her and thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Zao, I'm going to the city soon, you can't follow me."

No way, he didn't spend the five yuan his second brother gave him this month.

But a trip from here to the city costs 28 cents.

A trip for three people costs 1 yuan, 6 cents and 8 cents.

The registration fee seems to be a few cents per person.

If it's eggs, it costs one yuan for one person, and two yuan for two people.

If it's soybeans, it's much cheaper.

He had to figure things out.

Save if you can.

He planned to go to the city to sell the eggs and some of the noodles, but this was risky.

If you are caught, it will be a big deal.

Xiaozao nodded matter-of-factly: "I know, the fare costs several cents each time! Mom told me, Brother Qingsong, my mother will leave it to you."

"It's okay, don't worry, I'm here."

Wang Qingsong smiled when he saw this.

He looked around and asked her: "By the way, Xiaozao, do you have a cloth bag? Let me use it."

Xiaozao asked doubtfully: "Yes, what do you want that for? Do you want a big one or a small one?"

"I just want something as big as this. It doesn't have to be too big."

Wang Qingsong gestured at her according to the length of the noodles and the size of the egg carton.

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you!"

Seeing his actions, he said something and entered the house.

After a while, he brought out a cloth bag and said, "Is this okay?"

Wang Qingsong took the thing and unfolded it to look at it. It was very suitable and there was a strap on it. This should be Xiaozao's schoolbag.

"Okay. I'll go out for a while."

But something occurred to me and I took the matches away from the stove. "Lend me this."

Then left.

Looking at his back, Xiao Zao shouted: "Don't get the match wet."

"understood."

After agreeing, he walked away.

Matches are also rationed in rural areas. Each household only has one box a month, so it would be troublesome not to use them sparingly.

Because there are only more than forty sticks in a box.

After using it, I have to go to the next door house to 'borrow' some fire every time I light a fire, which is very troublesome.

This is not uncommon in the village.

I often see people carefully walking home with lit firewood.

This is "borrowing" fire.

(End of this chapter)