Chapter 004 Inventory of Assets
It was windy at night and I could hear the rustling of trees outside the house even in the room.
Wen Jiajia, who has no concept of time without a mobile phone, lies on the bed, planning her future life over and over again.
A very realistic question: How can she survive with two children in this era?
It's about survival, not life.
Life is too hard, surviving is easier.
First of all, let’s look at the Wen family’s savings. I just calculated that the total amount is 89.6 yuan, which is less than three digits.
The second thing is food. There is not much food, but it should be enough for the time when grain is distributed this year.
Finally, there are other economic transactions. Wen Jiajia learned from the notebook in the original owner's parents' room that the Wen family still had two foreign debts to repay.
One was 50 catties of coarse grain and 10 catties of fine grain owed to the brigade. The second was 20 yuan owed to "Fang Baoguo".
She would have to ask who Fang Baoguo was tomorrow. Since she had inherited the estate, she should pay off the foreign debt.
After much thought, Wen Jiajia found that the best way to solve the current predicament was to become a worker.
These days are the golden age for workers, and it is no exaggeration to say that one worker can support three generations of a family.
Moreover, as long as they are workers, their housing, medical care and education will be fully covered by the company. When the time comes, I can think of a way. I'm afraid even the two sisters won't have to pay for schooling.
But being a worker was difficult, so she needed to think about it again. After all, the original owner had finished high school, so there must be some opportunities.
As I thought about it, I felt sleepy. I closed my eyes slightly, rested my head on the scent of straw, listened to the breathing of the two sisters, and gradually fell asleep.
She didn't travel through time in the dream.
She still lived in her big flat, sleeping on her Seastove. But the air conditioner was set too low, making her feel a little cold. Just as she was wondering if the air conditioner at home was broken, she suddenly felt a surge of warmth on her legs.
What is it? Milk tea hit the bed?
No, she didn't order milk tea today. I turned over and grabbed her newly bought pea pod pillow, but it felt strange.
“Woo woo woo…”
In the darkness, Wen Jiajia suddenly opened her eyes and woke up in an instant.
“Oh my god!”
Oh my god!
Wen Jiajia woke up instantly. She started and almost jumped off the bed like a catapult!
Her heart was pounding and her legs were feeling wet and sticky. Wen Jiajia was completely stunned, so stunned that she almost passed out.
The deliberately suppressed groaning sound continued, and it took several seconds for Wen Jiajia, who was standing on the ground, to react.
What happened? I don't know who wet the bed.
Wen Jiajia opened and closed her mouth, and finally closed her eyes, completely accepting her fate.
When anger reaches its limit and touches the body's threshold, the body will activate its self-protection consciousness, which will help the person regain calm.
Okay, it’s just bed-wetting, right?
But! Can a three-year-old child wet the bed?
Wen Jiajia screamed silently, waving her arms to vent her emotions, then took a few deep breaths, untied her pants with stiff hands, and groped to the table to light the kerosene lamp.
When the light dispelled the darkness in the room, she realized that it was Wen Chun who wet the bed.
Wen Chun has woken up and is now curled up and shivering, not daring to look at Wen Jiajia.
Wen Jiajia covered her head and said in pain, "Chun'er, get up. Auntie will change your pants for you."
As he spoke, he went to the bamboo cabinet in the upper room to get his trousers, and then went to the kitchen to get the towel hanging there.
It was probably early morning now, and the towel, which was as thin as it could be, was half dry. The water in the pot was still somewhat warm, so she simply scooped a ladle of water and poured it onto the towel, then wrung it dry.
After finishing the job and entering the room, Wen Jiajia saw Wen Chun crying and gasping for breath, with six rows of tears flowing from her eyes, all over her face. Wen Jiajia simply pulled her up, wiped her face a few times, then untied her pants belt, pulled it down, and helped her wipe her butt and legs dry.
"Can you put on your pants by yourself?" Wen Jiajia asked.
Wen Chunshui's moist eyes were filled with fear and nervousness, and she nodded quickly.
"Yes, I'm sorry, aunt." She stammered.
Wen Jiajia thought: You are being unfair to me! This is the first time in my two lifetimes that I have helped someone deal with a pee-stained pants.
But the child was sensitive, so she didn't say that. After all, she was a three-year-old child whose parents and grandparents had just died, so she wouldn't vent her emotions on her.
She is such a kind person, Wen Jiajia thought. But good people don't get good rewards. It's unfortunate that she has to travel through time and space to encounter such a bad thing.
Wen Chun put on his pants and sat aside obediently. Wen Jiajia cleaned herself up and changed her pants as well.
When she took the dirty pants and towel out and came in, she saw Wen Xuan still sleeping soundly.
Wen Xuan is carefree, but Wen Jiajia dare not be so carefree.
Wen Chun wets the bed, but that doesn’t mean Wen Xuan doesn’t wet the bed.
She ordered Wen Chun, "Wake up your sister and ask her to go to the bathroom. Then she can go back to sleep."
She could also make the bed.
Wen Chun agreed and woke Wen Xuan up after a while. While she was still dazed, Wen Chun took her out of bed and took her to the corner of the room. Wen Chun untied her trouser belt very skillfully, and then pressed her sister down. Soon, a reassuring voice came from Wen Jiajia.
“……” She has foresight.
Wen Jiajia is worried about her bed, what should she do?
She couldn't sleep on the straw mat for now, but that didn't matter, she could go upstairs and bring down the mat that the original owner's second sister slept on. She had seen that the two mats were the same size.
But what about the straw mattress? It's wet too.
The original owner's second sister's room also had a straw mattress, but it was heavy. Straw was free at that time, and the mattress made for sleeping comfort was more than ten centimeters thick. She could barely use a mat, but she really couldn't use a mattress.
Wen Chun helped her sister put on her pants. Seeing her aunt looking at the wet marks on the mattress with a serious look on her face, she mustered up her courage, tied her sleeves and said with a red face, "Aunt, I wet the bed yesterday, and mommy used dry grass to clean the wet spots."
Yesterday? It is normal for children to get confused about time. Wen Jiajia understands the meaning of Wen Chun, which refers to the past.
She asked, "Where's the hay?"
Wen Chun pointed to the upper room: "Over there."
Wen Jiajia understood that the dry straw was used as diapers.
Thanks to her experience as a rural blogger, she was not too confused about replacing the straw. With Wen Chunyu's vague instructions, she quickly replaced it and went upstairs to bring down the straw mat and lay it out.
"Okay!" She clapped her hands proudly, "Go to bed, you have to get up early tomorrow."
After a tiring day, the three of them quickly fell asleep again.
However, the room was built too tightly, not only was it airtight but it was also light-tight, so she didn't get up early as promised. When Wen Jiajia woke up, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning.
The early morning in the countryside was very busy at this time because people had to go to work. The shouting could be heard from far away and her home could hear it. Wen Jiajia was woken up by the shouting.
She got up, felt her way along the wall to the window, opened it, and then opened the small door connecting to the main room.
All of a sudden, bright sunshine shines in.
It's a sunny day again.
Wen Jiajia faced the sun, took a deep breath, and felt that the air was really good at this moment. She couldn't imagine how cheerful she would be after breathing this air, as she had suffered from bronchitis in her previous life.
She stretched herself and went to cook.
Light a fire to boil water, then start steaming the rice.
To be honest, at this time the farmers can already eat about 60% full, at least the local farmers can achieve 60% full.
The local weather has been good in the past two or three years, and even the lonely elderly people in the team can have food to eat.
However, it is still impossible to have regular meals and meat and eggs. As far as I can remember, even if I lived in the city, I wouldn't be able to eat pure rice once in a month.
As for meat, you have to save up your money for two or three months before you can have a good meal.
So this morning Wen Jiajia steamed the sweet potato rice which is the most common dish for locals. It is 50% sweet potato and 50% rice, which is a little more luxurious than the 70% sweet potato and 30% rice dish that locals usually eat.
In the days before rice cookers, steaming rice was harder than cooking.
First, you have to put the raw rice in a pot and cook it. When the rice soup gradually turns white and the white rice starts to burst, you can scoop the rice out and put it into the steamer.
A steamer is a wooden barrel for steaming rice, but this barrel has no bottom, only a bamboo grate. When you want to steam rice, you put the grate in the barrel and put the barrel in the pot. What about the half-cooked rice? Just pour it on the grate. When the water in the pot boils, the steam will cook the rice in the barrel.
Wen Jiajia was thankful at this moment that she did all her self-media work by herself and did not hire a team to falsify the information. Otherwise, she really would not know how to use the steamer.
The steamer was put into the pot, and she threw the peeled sweet potatoes into the bucket to steam them together.
As for the vegetables...they have to wait until the rice is steamed before cooking.
Yes, cooking is so troublesome at this time. Although there are two pots on the stove, there is only one pot. As long as you cook, you can't cook vegetables.
Wen Jiajia thought that she had to get another pot, or a stove, but if she used a stove, she would have to replace the steamer with an aluminum steamer so that the stove could be used to steam rice.
But now even aluminum lunch boxes have to be purchased with industrial stamps, not to mention aluminum steamers. It makes no difference whether you have these things or not.
While the rice was still steaming, Wen Jiajia went to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables.
The vegetable garden is in the backyard. There is a slope next to the toilet in the backyard, and the vegetable garden is up the slope.
This vegetable garden only looks like it is about 60 square meters, and it is planted with all kinds of vegetables, which shows that the family is really hardworking.
If she had to say what she was most satisfied with in this home, it would definitely be this vegetable garden.
Because the vegetable garden is at the foot of the mountain, with houses on one side and steep cliffs on the other, no one in the village can see into the vegetable garden unless they come up from her backyard.
The sun was shining brightly at this moment, and Wen Jiajia also discovered that there was mountain spring water dripping down from the steep cliff. When she got closer, she saw a stone trough on the ground, and the stone trough was filled with the dripping spring water.
The mountain spring water overflowing from the stone trough was flowing slowly along the small ditch to the edge of the vegetable field, then flowing along the slope of the vegetable field to the back of the toilet, and finally leaving the Wen family's backyard, flowing into the ditch, and merging with a stream a few hundred meters away.
Wen Jiajia thought: Isn't this the best water source? Why does the Wen family still have to fetch water every day?
But after careful consideration, I realized that the water in the mountains is not sufficient all year round. If it is a dry season, there will naturally not be much water dripping from the mountain walls.
In addition, the dripping water was not much, so for the Wen family it would be better to spend more than ten minutes to fetch a few buckets of water. Therefore, they only used the mountain spring water to irrigate the vegetable fields and wash the vegetables.
Wen Jiajia came closer, scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face, rubbing it vigorously a few times as if it was washing her face.
I didn’t stay in the vegetable garden for long. I picked some vegetables for the day, washed them and took them home.
The two sisters seemed to have woken up, and she heard some movement in the room.
Wen Jiajia shouted to the room: "Chun'er Xuan'er, get up and eat."
After a while, a weak voice came from the room: "Okay, auntie."
After a while, the two girls came to the kitchen one after another with their clothes twisted and their hair was even worse than yesterday.
Wen Jiajia looked at it carefully and felt that it looked like a chicken coop no matter how she looked at it.
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