Carrying a Port Warehouse Through the 1970s

Shen Jinran traveled back in time to the 1970s in a single day.

What? Life is hard during the famine?

Not afraid, not afraid.

She has a golden finger of her own, equipped with cou...

Chapter 42 Continue Stockpiling

Chapter 42 Continue Stockpiling

Jinran started attending school during the day and going up the mountain to collect firewood in the afternoon, hoarding whatever she saw along the way.

Now her family's firewood is plentiful, the sunflower heads have been processed, and a small portion of the raw sunflower seeds have been roasted. The rest are packed in sacks and stored in the warehouse. Jinran also sent some to her grandparents, as well as yams, which are good for the elderly.

Grandma Shen said to Grandpa Shen with satisfaction, "Everyone says I favor Nini. None of my grandchildren and nieces are like Nini. She's so thoughtful, sensible, and knows what's good for her. Take the incident with the educated youth, for example. I thought highly of her. People outside say that girls raised to be wild are hard to marry off. Bah... A blessed girl won't end up in an unlucky family. Don't they even consider whether they're a good match? And then there's Yan Hong from the eldest son's family. That child has gone astray. Sigh... We can't say anything to her, we can't scold her. I know the eldest son actually has some resentment towards us."

Grandpa Shen sighed and said, "Forget about it. One generation shouldn't concern itself with the affairs of two generations. We're so old, how many more years do we have left to live? Let's just enjoy a few peaceful years together!"

Grandma Shen also sighed and shook her head, "How can we really ignore him? He's my own flesh and blood. Your eldest son was raised by your mother. He has no sense of right and wrong at all."

Grandpa Shen quickly begged for mercy and tried to coax him with kind words.

Jinran was unaware of the incident at the old house. She was thinking that tomorrow would be a time for rest again, and the marked areas would have ripe mountain produce again. She had to go up the mountain.

It hasn't rained for a while, otherwise we could have picked mushrooms.

The vegetables in the field are almost ready, and they are growing in abundance and of good quality. The watermelons and cucumbers she planted later are also growing well and have blossomed.

Jinran thought that she would keep an eye out for some fruit trees on the mountain this time, and if they were suitable, she would transplant them back...

The more she thought about it, the more things she had to do, and besides, there was too much food to eat. Jinran decided to make some pickled vegetables herself and take them to her brothers and parents in the county to improve their meals.

She was thinking that since there was so much food that they couldn't finish it all, she would send some to Tuantuan's family. After all, they had arranged jobs for her parents, and she should continue to do this favor.

It's not that she's snobbish, but in this area, being on good terms with others is entirely beneficial to her family.

Let's go to the county tomorrow first, and postpone going up the mountain for now.

That evening, Jinran picked all the ripe vegetables from the backyard and put them into her spatial storage, since the space could keep them fresh.

There are cabbage, chives, radishes, green beans, eggplant, potatoes, sweet potatoes, peppers...

Jinran stared at the vegetables in front of her, which must have weighed over a thousand kilograms, and fell silent. This was such a huge harvest!

After dividing the vegetables for Tuantuan's family, we started making pickled vegetables with the rest.

Spicy kimchi, pickled radish, garlic eggplant, chili oil... in the end, you can make more than ten kinds of dishes.

But there's still a lot left, so we'll make cooked food, like radish balls, potato balls, sweet potato balls...

Actually, she still wanted to make meat sauce, which was her specialty, but she didn't dare to. Eating meat outside would be too conspicuous. Even with these pickled vegetables, Jinran didn't dare to put too much oil in them.

I didn't dare take too many fried meatballs, just enough for one or two meals, because I was afraid of attracting attention.

Jinran worked in the space for a whole day and night before she finally finished.

I set aside some pickled vegetables to send to Grandma Chen, but I didn't dare send too many. Although the weather isn't too hot now, pickled vegetables can only be kept for about a week before they become inedible.

We'll send it over then.

She didn't plan to send too much to her parents and brothers; enough for about a week would be fine. She'd keep the rest at home and send more when it was almost gone.

Jinran took the food to the old house. "Grandma, look what delicious food I brought you!"

Hearing the noise, Auntie climbed over the wall next door, craning her neck to look. Seeing Jinran carrying so many bags, she asked, "Nini, what are you getting for your grandparents? Is any of it for your uncle?"

Second Aunt also peeked out from the other side upon hearing the sound, seemingly having the same idea.

Jinran smiled coldly and said, "This is for my parents to give to my grandparents. My parents didn't say that they wanted to give it to my eldest uncle. Second uncle, let's do it next time. I'll ask them about it then."

The eldest aunt was so angry she almost fell over, but she was too ashamed to watch any longer. Could it be that the sister-in-law was envious of the filial piety her younger brother-in-law showed to the elderly?

That's easy to say but hard to hear.

Jinran smiled at her second aunt and asked, pretending not to understand, "Second aunt, is there anything else?"

Second Aunt smiled awkwardly, shook her head, and turned to leave.

Grandma Shen listened to the whole thing, and her expression turned sour. She didn't expect her son and daughter-in-law to be filial on a daily basis, but it was still a sign of her ambition to make things difficult for a child who coveted something.