Aunt Mao smiled and took out a silver coin worth about half a tael of silver and handed it over:
"Okay, we'll rent this place from you. Here's three months' rent, please keep it. Sorry to bother you later!"
Life is not easy for an elderly person living alone. He usually just picks up firewood and sells it for a few copper coins. He must be so happy to suddenly earn such a large sum of money.
When people are happy, they talk more:
"You're welcome. From now on, just call me Aunt Du. The kitchen is in the shed. It's equipped with cooking utensils. You can use it when you cook. As for food, my family doesn't have any extra. I don't think the village has any either. There's not much land in the village, so it's only enough for our own consumption, so you may need to buy some."
"Okay, then, Auntie, you go ahead and do your thing. We'll go to the county to buy some things first."
Several people put all the luggage and bags back into the room, picked up the backpacks, took the keys and locks handed over by Aunt Du, locked the door, and rushed to the threshing ground to gather.
The county town is not very far from Kongshan Village, and it takes less than two hours to walk there. Compared with walking from the capital, it is really a piece of cake.
Village chief Fu took them to handle the housing documents and household registration changes, and then went back by himself, asking them to go back quickly after buying things because the road was difficult to walk at night.
The first thing everyone does is almost always have a big meal.
Whether in modern times or in ancient times, shopping can bring Wen Xi a very different kind of happiness.
Arriving at this place with nothing, I had to buy everything. The quilt was fine, as it was enough for one person, but I still had to put something on the plank bed.
Now that I have settled down, I don’t need to spend extra money to buy ready-made things. I can just buy cotton and cloth and make them myself.
So Aunt Mao bought a piece of gray coarse cloth and a few pounds of cotton.
I went to the grocery store and bought a mat.
I originally wanted to buy some pots, pans, and other utensils, but since I was staying at someone's house and sharing a kitchen, buying pots would be a bit awkward. So I only bought a few bowls and basins. Oil lamps and window paper were also essential.
Most families don’t have too many extra bowls nowadays, and we can’t just take turns using the bowls when it’s time for dinner!
I had planned to do a big purchase, but after looking around, I discovered that there was a severe shortage of supplies here.
The only seasonings were salt and vinegar. No spices. Nothing at all...
As for those red dates and wolfberries, they are not even for sale. It's not because they are too rare, but because they are not valuable. If you want them, you can go up the mountain to find wild ones during the picking season.
So in short, in short, there is no such thing as supplements or not.
In simple terms, a good meal is enough to nourish you. For special groups, the only nutritional supplements are the bones and flesh of precious animals. For the poor, the best they can get is brown sugar, or more accurately, yellow brick sugar.
Although the colors are red and yellow, which may not be much different, the quality is very different.
There is no brown sugar for sale here at all. I guess only the wealthy families can afford it because they buy it from other places!
Wen Xi's enthusiasm was like a withered flower, and she followed Aunt Mao to the grain store with a miserable look on her face.
Several people couldn't understand her. It was just a lack of variety, so what was the big deal? It wasn't like they were going to starve.
But only Wen Xi herself knew that as an ordinary person living in the modern world, an ordinary foodie, the joy of occasionally improving her meals amidst the daily boredom of life, and the joy of delicious food, was simply the soul of life.
In the end, there is nothing here, let alone a soul.
Xiang Ye carried Gu Shengmo on her back and walked while looking back at Wen Xi worriedly.
Aunt Mao shifted the shoulder straps of her backpack, rolled her eyes, and patted the fragrant leaves, saying:
"Ignore her, she'll be fine in a while. She gets into trouble with me every now and then every day."
A few of them entered the grain store and happened to meet other members of the Gu family.
The eldest aunt quickly greeted:
"Oh, Aunt Mao is here too. It's just right that we can go shopping together. If you buy a lot, the shopkeeper can even give you a free delivery."
"Okay, I'll pick some too."
There's no need to be picky. There's only white flour, corn flour, brown flour, and mixed grain flour. And some soybeans.
Everyone had just come in, so they hadn't seen anything yet, but they saw these things.
Although they don't want to admit that they are ignorant, most people only know white flour.
Although I ate black steamed buns all the way, I only saw them when they were cooked.
Second Aunt hurriedly looked at the shopkeeper:
"Boss, don't you have any rice?"
The shopkeeper smiled, not angry at all: "Haha, I see you all are from the south, right? We can't grow rice here, so we usually don't sell it. If you really want it, I have some rare ones in my collection, but they're not cheap."
After saying that, he said to the guy next to him:
"Come here with the bag of rice. Be careful, or you'll be in trouble if you spill a grain."
Everyone thought, "It's just rice, why is it so exaggerated? Back then, I didn't even know how much leftover rice I had thrown away!"
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