"Xinyi, you just got married, so you should rest at home for a while and don't rush into the labor force."

"As for the work points, Yanzhi will go and earn them."

In the afternoon, the three members of the Jiang family prepared to go to the fields to work, while Tang Xinyi, as the new bride, was left at home by the Jiang family.

In fact, the Jiang family has always been tolerant of the women in the family.

When Jiang Yanli was at home, she did the easiest work.

Zheng Xiulian's work was not tiring, and the villagers had no objection to the village chief's arrangement. Instead, they were somewhat grateful.

After all, there is only so much work to do in the village.

There are more people working than work points.

In addition to the villagers themselves, there were also countless educated youth who went to the countryside to support rural construction.

In this era of competing for work points, villagers would rather someone not work so that they can earn two more!

Except for some educated youth who were not short of money, most people still attached great importance to work points.

After everyone in the family left, Tang Xinyi closed the gate of her house.

While no one is at home, she has to go into the space to sort out the things that have accumulated during this period of time.

The two days of preparing the dowry, plus what I found in the bridal chamber yesterday, and this pile of things today.

Her space was suddenly filled with eight sewing machines, two 28-inch bicycles, twenty-four quilts, forty stainless steel basins, eight radios, eight Plum brand ladies' watches, sixteen new sets of clothes, and some food and daily necessities.

These are pretty much the big items, and there are also some miscellaneous items that Tang Xinyi has sorted out.

Finally, she set her eyes on the three cans.

One of them was the private money Jiang Yanzhi gave her last night, and the other two were double the rewards for today.

Tang Xinyi discovered that these doubled things looked almost exactly the same.

It's like it was copied and cloned.

I took out the money from the first can and counted it carefully, and found that there were 324.58 yuan in it.

This is more than the savings of the old Tang family.

The 8-fold bonus she doubled yesterday was a total of 470.4 yuan, plus the 240 yuan she doubled when she was at her mother's house before.

She had a total of 710.4 yuan in her hand, plus the 649.16 yuan that Jiang Yanzhi doubled, she had a total of 1359.56 yuan.

That's a huge sum of money.

He put the can given by Jiang Yanzhi separately so that he could easily find and take the money when he needed it.

The rest of the money was put into a small wooden box, which was also part of the dowry and was specially used to store money.

This was the dowry given to her by her eldest cousin's wife, who said that once a woman gets married, she has to take care of her own family's finances.

This was also the reason why she asked Jiang Yanzhi for money on their wedding night.

She originally thought that Jiang Yanzhi would give her some of it, but she didn't expect him to give her all of it without any consideration.

Thinking of this, Tang Xinyi felt a little sweet in her heart.

But with so many things piled up in the space, it always feels like it takes up some space.

It seems I need to find time to go to the black market and sell some of these things.

Otherwise, her space will be occupied, and if she encounters something better in the future and there is no room for it, won’t she cry to death?

I arranged the things I needed separately in the house, and stuffed all the others into the warehouse I had chosen long ago.

Even though her space is very spacious, she still wants to treat this house as her second home.

If your home is filled with clutter, how can it feel like home?

When I came out of the space, it was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

Tang Xinyi didn't stay in the house, but came out to prepare dinner for tonight.

In the 1970s, cooking was considered the easiest job.

She was very satisfied with the arrangements at home. It was just cooking, not too tiring, and much easier than working in the fields.

For dinner, we made some corn porridge according to what Zheng Xiulian suggested at noon.

Then I steamed a pot of steamed buns.

Of course, what she made was not the traditional steamed buns. Compared to those dry and choking steamed buns, Tang Xinyi prefers to eat fresh and soft steamed buns.

Since my mother-in-law said to make steamed corn bread, but she likes to eat steamed buns, why not make the steamed corn bread taste like steamed buns?

I scooped out a little cornmeal from the bag and added a little white flour.

I steamed the pumpkin left over from lunch and picked some green vegetables from the vegetable garden at the back.

Separate the leaves and stems of the greens, and knead the tender green leaves into one of the two-in-one doughs.

After the pumpkin is steamed, knead it into another piece of dough.

Finally, there were two colors of steamed buns on the table, one yellow and one green.

After it is done, let it rise for a while before putting it into the pot and steaming it.

At this time, the corn porridge in another pot was almost cooked, and Tang Xinyi took out the firewood from the stove.

Thinking that the stew she had made at noon had been finished by her family, she went to the cellar to find some vegetables that the villagers had sent her yesterday.

There were a lot of things in the cellar, including several jars of pickles.

Out of curiosity, Tang Xinyi opened them one by one and took a look.

Some of the jars contain pickled cabbage, some contain pickled ginger, some contain sour and spicy wild garlic, sauerkraut, and cucumbers.

After Tang Xinyi took out the dishes to be stewed in the evening, she brought in a plate and took a little bit of each pickle.

Fortunately, there are special chopsticks inside.

Tang Xinyi knew that when making pickles, the chopsticks used must be washed thoroughly. If there were any oil stains on them, they would become moldy once they touched the pickles.

So she is still very careful in this regard, and among so many pickles, pickled cucumbers and Japanese ginger are her two favorites.

When Zheng Xiulian came back, she found that Tang Xinyi had prepared dinner again.

In the evening, I made corn grits porridge, steamed corn bread and stir-fried vegetables.

Not long after Zheng Xiulian came back, Jiang Yanli also came back on a bicycle.

"Mom, sister-in-law!"

"I'm back!"

The voice came in before the person came in.

As soon as I came back.

Jiang Yanli found Tang Xinyi and handed her a package mysteriously.

"Our supply and marketing cooperative just received a batch of defective menstrual belts. They don't affect our use, but the color is a bit ugly. I thought our family could use them, so I bought six, two for each of the three of us women!"

After handing the item to Tang Xinyi, he gave another one to his mother Zheng Xiulian.

"Hey, this stuff is good!"

"There's actually a waterproof layer inside, which is much more convenient than sewing it ourselves!"

In that era, sanitary napkins had not yet appeared, and everyone used this kind of menstrual belt.

What ordinary farmers do is to fold two layers of cloth in half and sew them together.

Sew it into a long strip of cloth. Whenever you have your period, fix the bag of wood ash on the menstrual belt and then wear it.

Of course, those who have the conditions at home no longer use wood ash, but instead use straw paper.