A whistling north wind slipped in through the cracks in the dilapidated door, and Zhao Xiuyun was still somewhat disoriented as Zhou Weijie's unrestrained insults were no longer heard.
Only after realizing that she had actually killed Zhou Weijie, the scoundrel, did a glimmer of light appear in Zhao Xiuyun's gloomy eyes.
She ran quickly outside and bolted the simple courtyard gate from the inside.
Although Zhou Weijie and Erlaizi have recently become the objects of hatred for the entire Jianshan Brigade, no one used to come to visit them.
However, Zhao Xiuyun, who had done something wrong, was still a little uneasy, fearing that someone might come over.
After closing the door, Zhao Xiuyun began searching the house. She found a total of three yuan and seventy cents and ten jin of grain coupons on Zhou Weijie's body, but that was all the money and coupons she had.
Looking at the food the three had stolen from the house, Zhao Xiuyun picked out the food she couldn't take and threw it all into an earthenware pot to cook, then ate to her heart's content.
Since marrying Zhou Weijie, Zhao Xiuyun hadn't had a proper meal. She ate until she was burping and couldn't eat anymore before stopping.
She put Zhou Weijie's clothes on herself, which finally made her feel less cold. After packing all her things, she carried the package out as darkness fell and headed towards the outside of Jianshan Brigade.
Looking at the houses of the educated youth settlement from afar, Zhao Xiuyun really wanted to go and say goodbye to Shen Qingming.
However, the moment this thought arose, Zhao Xiuyun inwardly mocked herself:
They've become fugitives, so why are they still clinging to that pitiful love?
Walking in the swirling snow, Zhao Xiuyun thought back carefully and realized that Shen Qingming hadn't actually given her anything.
All the things he had in his past life were obtained from Ruan Miaomiao.
If she had known she would be in such a miserable state without Ruan Miaomiao, she shouldn't have made her relationship with Shen Qingming clear when she was reborn. She should have turned around and clung to Ruan Miaomiao instead.
Even a little bit of money that slips through Ruan Miaomiao's fingers is enough for her to live a life of luxury.
Zhao Xiuyun's face was wet; it was hard to tell whether it was from the melting snow or from tears of regret...
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Early in the morning, the silence of Jianshan Brigade was broken by the crowing of a few roosters.
When I woke up, the entire village was covered in a white blanket.
The snow on the rooftops looked like plump steamed buns, cute yet full of hope.
"A good snow promises a bumper harvest! With such a heavy snowfall, next year will definitely be a bountiful year!"
After getting up, Zhou Jianguo, the brigade leader who was getting old and needed less sleep, sat with a pipe in his mouth, admiring the white expanse of the village.
Upon hearing this, Qin Chunhong, who was warming herself by the stove nearby, echoed:
"Yes, with the soil frozen by the heavy snow, the wheat must be growing really well!"
A good harvest means plenty of grain.
Having plenty of food means you won't go hungry.
Otherwise, why would there be a saying that means tightening your belt to make ends meet?
In a good mood, the elderly couple didn't wake their son and daughter-in-law up. After a year of hard work, they were finally able to rest for a few days in December.
Once the children have had a good sleep, they can get up, eat, and then go up the mountain to collect firewood.
Qin Chunhong thought to herself that she should have the children bring back more pine needles today; they're great for starting a fire.
We also need to prepare some cypress branches, and when the production team slaughters the pig for the New Year in a few days, we'll buy more to smoke cured meat.
When the time comes, send a piece to Ruan Zhiqing so she can try the local cured meat.
Unbeknownst to her, Ruan Miaomiao, whom she was thinking about, had already eaten this year's new cured meat.
In the morning, just as Ruan Miaomiao got up, Zhou Jingyun came over with a basket.
Lifting the cabbage covering it, there was a small piece of cured meat underneath. Judging from the smell, it was cured meat that had just been smoked a few days ago. Without even thinking, you knew that Zhou Jingyun had brought it back from the black market.
"Miaomiao, I'll cook you a dish later, you'll definitely like it."
Zhou Jingyun went into the kitchen, skillfully poured some hot water into a wooden basin, and began to wash the cured meat.
What dish?
As Ruan Miaomiao asked, she muttered to herself: It must be some kind of stir-fried cured pork with houttuynia cordata.
After all, this dish is a local specialty; people in Haicheng don't eat it.
However, before she transmigrated, Ruan Miaomiao was from the Southwest and loved this dish of stir-fried cured pork with houttuynia cordata.
It's just that the Ruan Miaomiao of this world has never eaten it before.
Seeing his partner become like a little glutton at the mention of food, Zhou Jingyun felt happy too. He had Ruan Miaomiao sit beside him and chat, saying somewhat boastfully:
You'll find out soon enough!
The less she said, the more curious Ruan Miaomiao became.
She watched Zhou Jingyun's movements and saw him slice the cured meat, stir-fry it in oil in a pan, add glutinous rice chili and green garlic sprouts, and then add the cooked bean and pickled cabbage he had brought.
Seeing this action, Ruan Miaomiao immediately realized that they were preparing to make a bean and rice hot pot!
However, she didn't show it; instead, she pressed Zhou Jingyun for answers:
"It smells so good, Ah Yun, what is this?"
That curious look conveyed the message that although I don't do any work, I provide a lot of emotional value.
"This is a local specialty, a bean and rice hot pot. I'll go to the field and get some pea shoots to cook in it later, that'll be really delicious."
Zhou Jingyun was overjoyed to see Ruan Miaomiao leaning over to smell the aroma from the pot.
As if remembering something, she added quietly, "It's just that I went at the wrong time this time and didn't get any tomatoes. Otherwise, adding a few more tomatoes would have made it even more delicious."
After saying that, worried that Ruan Miaomiao would think he was useless for not getting it, he quickly added, "Tomatoes aren't in season, so they're a bit hard to get!"
Having just eaten a large bowl of scrambled eggs with tomatoes the day before yesterday, Ruan Miaomiao scratched her head somewhat awkwardly: "Um, I, I happen to have a few in a box in my room, I'll go get them..."
Watching his partner hurriedly rummage through the house for something, Zhou Jingyun fell into deep thought: Even something as scarce as tomatoes could be sent to Miaomiao by the Ruan family. It seems that the Ruan family is even more capable than he imagined. He needs to work harder so that he can stand by Miaomiao's side and not embarrass her!
Once inside, Ruan Miaomiao, after closing the door, didn't look for tomatoes in a box; instead, she took them directly from her spatial storage.
Her space is now piled with tomatoes, cucumbers, green peppers, and other vegetables that she has grown.
Thinking that she hadn't had fragrant roasted green peppers with preserved eggs in a long time, Ruan Miaomiao took out six tomatoes from her space, along with six preserved eggs and half a pound of green peppers.
In the kitchen, Zhou Jingyun, who had just energized himself, was still somewhat shocked when he saw what Ruan Miaomiao took out: This is too novel!
It was even fresher than what he got from the black market, as if it had just been picked from the ground.
However, this slight doubt vanished completely when she heard that her partner wanted to eat stir-fried green peppers with preserved eggs. She turned around and earnestly used tongs to stir-fry the green peppers in the stove hole...
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