The next morning, it was still very dark outside. I didn't know whose chicken got up so early, but it started crowing before dawn.

Jiang Baige didn't have a watch, so she got up based on the weather or by listening to the village radio.

Fortunately, there are no electronic products for entertainment these days, and everyone goes to bed early.

When they heard the rooster crow, they all got up full of energy.

Jiang Baige tried not to make any noise when she got up and went to the kitchen. She still had to go to work today and had to make breakfast by herself. Just thinking about it made her feel very noisy. Without a gas stove, it would be too inconvenient to cook.

She boiled a pot of water and it was easy to cook rice for two people. However, there was no rice in Grandma Meng's rice jar, only corn kernels, which did not look pure.

She heard that some families even ate the corn cob, so she grabbed a handful and looked at it.

Looking at the food in his hand, he saw that the corn kernels were indeed mixed with corn cobs. He sighed and said, "How can I eat this?"

She didn't want to cook the rice brought from the compound because it was very coarse and she only wanted to eat some fine grains.

I thought that Grandma Meng couldn’t see either, and that she didn’t know what I brought with me anyway.

On the shelves of this spacious space, there is a well-proportioned eight-treasure porridge, including millet, oatmeal, glutinous rice, and various beans. It is very simple to cook and it is also nutritious.

Thinking of this, Jiang Baige instantly entered the space, went to the shelf, found a bag, filled two large bowls into his pocket, and then left the space with satisfaction.

He quickly scrubbed the pot and washed the rice, placed the casserole on the stove, and lit the fire all in one go.

After waiting for the water to boil, she backed out some of the firewood and simmered it over low heat.

It’s just porridge, which she knows how to do. As long as the water in the pot is not dry, the porridge will be fine.

Grandma Meng's life was like playing house. The kitchen was empty and she cooked everything in a clay pot.

Jiang Baige thought of looking in the space to see if there was an inconspicuous iron pot. At least an iron pot would make the food delicious when cooking.

I have no energy to work without any food in my stomach.

Thinking about how many things she had taken out of the space in the past two days, she decided to go in and take a look. Thinking of this, she entered the space instantly.

When we came to the lounge and looked at my data displayed on the computer, she didn't realize that she had taken out so many things.

The computer showed 2,000 kilograms of rice, 500 kilograms of millet, 500 kilograms of flour, 200 bags of salt, 200 handfuls of noodles, 600 salted duck eggs, and 100 bags of sugar.

A lighter and a pack of candles.

Jiang Baige tapped the table with her hand and thought, this computer is much more useful than my brain.

You just need to take it out. The computer will record how much you take out. The bill is clear and you don't have to worry about being cheated in the future.

All of this cost five thousand yuan, and she only had a little over two thousand yuan on her. She could only wait for the payment to be collected and then pay the rest.

Jiang Baige lightly clicked the mouse on the replenishment window, then ignored it and went to get a bottle of drink before leaving the space.

She didn't know how long she was delayed, but when she came out of the space, it was already bright outside.

I smelled a strange smell in the air, "Oh no, my porridge."

She suddenly appeared in the kitchen and saw Grandma Meng coming over.

When Jiang Baige saw Grandma Meng here, she was so scared that she almost fell down.

Fortunately, Grandma Meng is blind, otherwise such a strange scene would have frightened the old lady to faint.

Seeing Grandma Meng scooping the porridge into the lunch box, Jiang Baige asked awkwardly, "Grandma Meng, this already smells burnt. Can we still eat it?"

It was inconvenient for Grandma Meng to serve the porridge, so she simply asked Jiang Baige to do it.

He said in a blaming tone, "There's porridge cooking in the pot, and you can fall asleep. Isn't this a waste of food? You city kids just don't know how to live."

It turned out that Grandma Meng thought she was asleep, no wonder she didn't shout, otherwise she would have been able to hear it if she saw it in the space.

Jiang Baige pursed her lips, accepted the criticism, and never refuted it.

The porridge wasn't actually very mushy, and the noodles didn't taste mushy at all. She took a bite and said to Grandma Meng happily, "Grandma Meng, try it, it's still edible."

Grandma Meng snorted softly, "I put out the fire as soon as I realized something was wrong. Otherwise, where would we be eating now?"

Jiang Baige praised coquettishly, "Yes, yes, thank goodness you have a sharp nose, grandma. Okay, okay, let's have breakfast!"

Jiang Baige had eight-treasure porridge mixed with sugar for breakfast. She wanted to eat some pickles with the meal, but she was afraid of getting diarrhea, so she had to endure it.

After breakfast, Jiang Baige went to work as usual, and met Sun Zhaodi as soon as she left the house.

She now lives in Grandma Meng's house, which is in the center of the village, so naturally she will meet many villagers.

Jiang Baige took the initiative to greet her, "Good morning, auntie."

Sun Zhaodi also agreed, "Hey! Comrade Jiang, you're up pretty early too. When did you get back yesterday?"

The two of them walked towards the threshing ground together. Sun Zhaodi nudged Jiang Baige's shoulder with her elbow and asked softly, "Hey, hey, hey, you spent a lot of money to send Aunt Meng to the county town a few days ago!"

Judging from the tone of her voice, she is obviously a chatterbox.

Jiang Baige thought, "Twenty yuan shouldn't be a lot! But for the villagers, it must be a lot of money."

She could only nod, "It's okay! Not much."

You have to be very careful with your words. If it gets out that you spent twenty or thirty dollars, it will definitely cause misunderstandings.

Sun Zhaodi looked around and nudged Jiang Baige with his shoulder like a thief.

"I'll tell you."

Just listen to Sun Zhaodi talking for a while.

Jiang Baige's final conclusion was that Grandma Meng used to be the daughter of a landlord and married into their village after the reform.

A few years ago, he was labeled a bad element and was often dragged out as an example for criticism. We should have less contact with such people.

Grandma Meng was also a disadvantaged household in the village. She owed the village a lot of money and food, and was sick all year round, which made her, a young comrade, worry about being blamed.

Sun Zhaodi said so much, actually just wanted her to stay away from Grandma Meng.

Jiang Baige just laughed. After spending these few days with Grandma Meng, she actually liked her very much.

The old lady looked fierce, but she was very kind and amiable, like an old child. She was nothing like what the villagers said. I don’t know how the rumor that Grandma Meng was a bad person spread.

Besides, she just has a mouth, and she can still afford to support her now.

She listened to Sun Zhaodi's words, but did not respond and walked forward silently.

Today is a good day and the villagers have started sowing cotton seeds.

This is an easy job and many people are eager to do it.

Cotton is delicate, and if it is not planted properly, it may not germinate.

Most of the work was done by the villagers themselves. The educated youth were young people who had not done much farming, so it was naturally not their turn to do it. A few educated youth still did the original work.