Era: I have a two-world door

Chapter 218, isn’t it just an egg?

When Wang Qingsong brought his sister back to the compound, it was time to get off work, and the compound was very lively at this time.

Regarding the arrival of the two of them, there was a burst of curiosity in the courtyard.

"Qingsong, I brought you coal."

Zhao Ming's daughter-in-law Song Qiaoping was cooking. When she saw the two coming back, she shouted.

Wang Qingsong was carrying something on his back. When he heard this, he smiled and agreed: "Hey, okay, thank you, sister!"

"Hi, you're welcome, is this your sister?"

Song Qiaoping looked at Xiaomai and asked with a smile.

"Well, my sister went to my hometown to pick her up today."

"Oh!"

Wheat came out and squatted next to him, sticking his butt out and watching.

This is the same principle as the traditional kang burning bellows in my hometown.

Now there are a lot of briquettes, which were just delivered today.

He picked up a few pieces with a dustpan and walked over and said to Sun Qian.

That's because the briquettes shaken by machines are generally larger than those made by hand.

Wang Qingsong didn't feel any embarrassment. This stove had never been used in rural areas!
It’s normal to have no experience.

There used to be a lot of cinders in there.

"You've never made a stove, have you?"

Although you can borrow it from anyone, you still have to be polite when speaking.

Wang Qingsong explained and hurried out.

"Sister Sun! I'll return your coal. I'll borrow some firewood by the way and I'll buy it back to you tomorrow."

Wang Qingsong looked at it and smiled indifferently; "Sister Sun, look at what you said, this is not taking advantage! I have to thank you for lending me coal!"

When I came to the door, I saw an empty space under the cupboard. There was a wooden board inside, which formed a box with the wall and the wood on both sides.

"Hey, go back quickly."

He pushed open the door, lifted the hanging curtain, put the clothes and quilt on the bed, and threw the others on the table.

The other party made a soft sound.

Sun Qian looked at the briquettes that were returned and said with a smile, "I've taken advantage of this!"

Seeing him nodding, Sun Qian took an old cattail leaf fan and handed it over: "Take it over and fan it at the mouth of the stove a few times to see a fire."

As for what Sun Qian said about taking advantage.

"Brother, are we going to live here from now on?"

He had cooked before, and although he had never lit the stove, he had at least used the stove, so he had to use something thin and dry.

"Even so, I don't know when it will end!"

Then borrow some firewood.

"Hey, good!"

After getting some, I went back, took some newspapers, lit them, and threw them into the stove.

Sun Qian was busy with the things in the pot and asked him.

Upon seeing this, Wang Qingsong smiled and thanked him, and took some small firewood.

When Xiaomai heard this, he nodded seriously.

Sun Qian was not polite when she heard this: "Okay, pour it in, and you can get the firewood yourself."

The other party's meal was not ready. If I borrowed coal, the fire would be much lighter.

After Xiaomai came in, he looked at it curiously.

Suddenly a thick smoke began to spread throughout the yard.

"Well, we'll stay here. You take out the clothes and quilts and put them away, and I'll go cook. I didn't bring my mother's wardrobe. I'll get it someday."

Next time it would be better to just grab the lit coal.

"Sister, you are busy, I will go back first!"

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he smiled and said, "You have to take a look. You might be the one to light the fire in the future."

The younger sister followed nervously.

Started to get busy there.

Wang Qingsong nodded.

Wang Qingsong nodded, carried the things, opened the key and entered the room.

Li Hongmei, who was the first to talk to him next door, sighed when she saw this: "The ration of coal is too small now. If it had been left in the past, the stove would have been suffocating for most of the day if there was only a little crack."

An unknown person in the compound echoed, chatting there.

Wang Qingsong listened for a while and looked at his briquettes, which were indeed very small.

This thing is heavy. A briquette the size of a fist weighs about seventy or eighty taels, and fifty kilograms is actually just over sixty yuan.

If you burn it for a month, the average price is only two yuan a day.

Not enough to burn throughout the day.

Not to mention fifty kilograms. According to the saying in the compound, in previous years, one household could barely afford to burn two hundred kilograms a month.

Now I can cook quickly and just boil enough water to drink at home.

Don't dare to waste it at all.

Not having enough to burn every month has become the norm.

However, the standards for purchasing coal are also divided into three levels. For one level, there are three people, and the first level will increase by fifty kilograms. For more than nine people, each additional person will increase by twenty-five kilograms.

Anyway, it’s not enough to burn. Wang Qingsong watched two fist-sized pieces of coal go down. The stove was still empty, and then looked at his pile of coal.

It is estimated that it will be enough to burn myself for half a month at most.

It all depends on whether you are economical or not.

"Brother, you go get other things, and I'll fan you."

When Wang Qingsong saw this, he nodded after thinking about it. He still had to let his little sister learn something in the future.

Mai took the thing and fanned it.

After getting up, I was thinking about what to eat.

The aroma in the courtyard is very strong, and I feel like I should be able to make something to eat.

As for the eggs, he naturally wouldn't do it now.

After all, I just arrived!
Thinking of this, he went over and soaked some fungus in the hot water at noon.

It was too late to cook.

After thinking for a moment, he told his little sister, left the courtyard and came to the street outside.

People in the north eat pasta.

There is a shop selling ready-made steamed buns nearby.

It's just that the price is a little more expensive, not much more. My little girl is here and has nothing to do to get snacks out.

But getting a bowl of hot food is a bit obvious.

But he didn't really buy it.

After walking around, there were five multi-grain steamed buns and three multi-grain steamed buns in the cloth bag.

Of course these were bought there.

The steamed buns wrapped in cloth were taken home and placed on the table.

The fungus soaked in hot water is almost ready at this time.

When he came to the house, Wang Qingsong looked at the eggs in the paper bag. He originally took three eggs, but in the end he hesitated and only took one.

When he came outside, he pushed the little guy aside and started cooking.

The oil needs to be rationed now, don't put too much.

Beat the eggs.

Scrambled eggs.

As the eggs were placed in the pot, the aroma filled the entire compound.

"Sniff!!"

Suddenly there was a moment of silence in the courtyard.

The fried eggs are still fragrant.

After a while, everyone looked over. Not only them, but also some people came out of the house.

Some held their rice bowls and stretched their heads to take a look, while others just looked directly.

Wang Qingsong felt the gazes from all around him, and his movements slowed down.

I felt embarrassed for a while.

Isn't it?

Just an egg!

He put a lot less oil.

Damn it, if you cook pork fat in the future, what's the point?

Because although the private supply of eggs has been stopped in the city, it does not mean that eggs have disappeared.

Some people can still eat it.

The most common thing for ordinary people is naturally the ration of one pound of eggs per month for sick people.

There are also pregnant women.

"Mom, I want to eat eggs."

In the midst of his thoughts, someone muttered.

Next to Sun Qian's legs, a girl swallowed her saliva and looked at her mother expectantly.

At this time, I couldn't tell whether it was a nail or a clang.

Sun Qian looked at the eggs in his pot and smiled bitterly.

Other homes are fine.

The stoves in her home and Wang Qingsong's home were close to each other. The smell made her saliva swallow, not to mention her daughter.

Too embarrassed to talk.

He glared at his daughter, took out the food from the pot, and handed it to her: "Here, there are vermicelli. Go eat vermicelli."

Today is Sunday, the time agreed in the compound to improve the children's meals every month.

The reason why they are put together is because today this house will cook delicious food, and tomorrow that house will cook delicious food.

It is estimated that the screams of being beaten in the compound every day will not stop.

Dangdang took the plate, took a look at it, and went back with the things.

This vermicelli is also a good thing. I didn’t even want to finish it during the Chinese New Year, but it still doesn’t taste like eggs!

Wang Qingsong is very fast here.

The eggs are almost fried, add the fungus, add some salt and fry for a while and then it's done.

(End of this chapter)