Chapter 158 Chapter 158 Ning Yuan: No one has him, but others have...
Song Ruan took the water from Ning Yuan, and Ning Yuan was visibly happier. He seemed to be glowing all over, as if one could see little stars jumping for joy around him.
He blinked his long eyelashes, worried that Song Ruan's bucket of water was not enough, so he said considerately: "Give me your bucket of water. I have some boiling water. I will bring you another bucket."
He paused, as if thinking of something, and added hurriedly: "The water in your water tank is clean. I change it every once in a while. This tank was just replaced yesterday. If it's scalded, you can mix it with the water in it. Or do you want to use mugwort leaves to wash? I still have some."
Medical conditions are not well developed at this time, and there are still many folk remedies handed down from the past in rural areas. Some of them are indeed useful. For example, taking a bath with mugwort water can dispel the cold and relieve the treatment of colds. It just so happened that Song Ruan had just returned from the city after being blown by the cold wind all the way, so the scene was quite suitable.
During this period, Ning Yuan used mugwort to fumigate Song Ruan's room and weave a mugwort net for Song Ruan's outer wall. He was not the Mother Earth who could produce mugwort endlessly. His own stockpile had been used up long ago, and the rest was borrowed from his uncle, the captain.
You have to know that the captain's family has Wang Xue, a veteran fighter, who stays at home every day. The smell there is much stronger than that at Song Ruan's house. Ning Yuan sneaked to his uncle's house at night and packed up everything he had, which scared the captain as if his house had been robbed.
Upon closer inspection, I found that this thief was quite special. He didn't touch anything else, not even a single piece of mugwort was left. If you didn't know, you would think that this little thief was planning to resurrect Qu Yuan this year and destroy the tribute.
Ugh, now we are not allowed to have feudal superstitions, what about tribute or no tribute, Ugh.
Even though the captain stopped his unscientific thoughts, it did not stop him from glaring at Ning Yuan.
This guy hasn't even gotten married yet, but he just stays at home all day long. It's obvious that he's just giving away money!
Ning Yuan was raised by the captain after all. The captain treated him like half a son. Seeing his own son clinging to him like this and acting like he was worthless, the captain grimaced and felt extremely embarrassed.
Not to mention asking Ning Yuan for money, he didn't even dare to take a step towards Ning Yuan's house.
I was afraid that outsiders would mistake Ning Yuan's fawning and soft-eared appearance was inherited from him - that was all bullshit. Although he was often kicked off the kang by his wife, that didn't count. His status at home was definitely like this (thumbs up.jpg)
The most important thing is that he is a captain after all, and now he has been promoted to the powerful leader of the Dongfeng Brigade. He has a burden on his shoulders!
Ning Yuan stared at Song Ruan with his sharp eyes, and he looked so eager that it seemed as if he would copy his house and send it to him overnight as long as she opened her mouth.
Song Ruan: "Thank you, but no need for mugwort."
She was indeed a little tired and didn't want to make so much trouble.
Ning Yuan, who was not bothered, let out a sigh of disappointment. His eyes lit up again and he said carefully, "Well, then I'll help you heat the kang and change the quilt?"
Ning Yuan was afraid that Song Ruan would think that he was not thoughtful and meticulous, and that he had not packed her things in advance when she came back, so he explained in a somewhat anxious voice: "I didn't enter your bedroom during the days you were away, and I was afraid it might not be good."
Song Ruan glanced at him and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can come in."
Anyway, she had put away anything that was not in line with the times and was a little bit out of line, so she was not afraid that he would see anything inappropriate.
But Ning Yuan didn't know. He thought Song Ruan trusted him. His ears were red and smoke was coming out of his ears. His voice was a little stuttering: "Okay, okay."
The anti-spirit system twisted into a dancing maggot in Song Ruan's mind in a weird way, twisting madly like "seaweed, seaweed swaying in the wind" while stretching out the tune:
"Hey, you can come in."
That's called three sighs.
Song Ruan: ...
This damn thing really ruins the atmosphere.
Instead of being comforted, the system was despised and blocked itself in frustration.
Song Ruan: ...
People here usually take a shower in a small room separated from the kitchen. Firstly, it is close to the water stove, so there is no need to carry water back and forth; secondly, it is indoors after all, and there is a connected fire wall on the side, so you won’t freeze in the winter.
This is actually quite sophisticated. Most families don't even have a small room - why bother with bricks and stones? Just drive other people away and let them wash directly in the kitchen. Anyway, everyone is very free now, especially when it comes to taking a shower at night, there is no necessary reason to stay in the kitchen.
——Even if you have a reason, you can't stay in the room when someone is taking a shower. What kind of bullshit excuse is this? You're just a moment or two away from launching an atomic bomb?
There are also many people who put buckets of water directly in the yard in the summer, expose them to the sun from noon to afternoon, and use the warmed water to wash in the yard - usually men and children - which is also very common.
Nowadays, every piece of firewood, every brick and every tile are very important material resources, so save them as much as possible.
Song Ruan built a small bathroom in the kitchen, and asked the team leader to repair it specially. The most important thing was to install a floor drain, so that the bath water could flow directly to the outside through the reserved hole, saving the need to carry a large bathtub out to pour the water, and worry about wetting the floor in the house.
It was convenient for her now as there was no trouble to clean up. After washing, she walked out of the kitchen feeling relaxed. Then she saw that the kang in the bedroom had been heated up and the room was warm. There were several plates on the kang table. They looked simple at first glance: a bowl of stewed eggs, a plate of scallion pancakes, and a plate of fried eggplant with minced meat.
But in fact, you can still easily see the cook's intentions. Not to mention the bowl of tender mirror-like stewed eggs, take the plate of scallion pancakes for example. The pancakes can be stacked together, but they are divided into two stacks. One stack is the scallion pancakes that are fried tenderly and look soft and juicy, and the other stack is the scallion pancakes that are fried a little crispy, with a circle of crispy shell on the outside.
The first time Ning Yuan made scallion pancakes for Song Ruan, he was not sure what she would like, so he made half soft and half crispy, for fear that she would be disappointed if the pancakes did not suit her taste.
If word got out, those who wanted to beat them up would line up from the Dongfeng Brigade to the commune, turn a corner and then line back - scallion pancakes are such a precious thing made of both oil and flour, would it be unfair to eat them if they were a little soft and burnt? Is her throat made of gold? !
But Song Ruan is a pretentious person who is taking advantage of others. She thinks Ning Yuan did a pretty good job!
Just as he was about to open his mouth to praise, Ning Yuan came over with a can of bacon porridge through a rag.
He carefully brought the porridge pot to the table, and seeing Song Ruan already sitting on the kang, he withdrew his hand with some trepidation: "I thought you might not have much appetite after working for so long, and it's cold outside, so I cooked some hot porridge."
As he spoke, his voice became a little lower - after all, most of the things he sent before were biscuits and pastries, and this was the first time he cooked a proper meal for Song Ruan. If he didn't perform well, would he think he was a useless lazy man who didn't work hard?
As he thought about it, he became a little nervous and added, "Because I wanted to finish it quickly, I just simply fried a few dishes..."
But Song Ruan was very supportive - where does all the nonsense come from when you're just waiting for food with your mouth open? She pulled him to sit on the kang and said, "This is a simple recipe. It smells good. Your craftsmanship is really good. There are not many boys as clever and skillful as you nowadays."
Ning Yuan was like a fighting cock that heard the horn. He puffed out his chest and raised his head, even the feathers on his neck spread out proudly, except that his comb (forehead) was a little red.
"Comrade Song, you are overpraising me."
Ning Yuan was full of fighting spirit. He decided to train hard and improve his cooking skills when he returned. He must leave others far behind!
We must have what others do not, and be better than others in what we have!
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