Let's not even talk about the machete; they're too young to even lift it.
These days, anyone who owns a wood-chopping knife is very proud of it.
Their family only had two sickles.
Other iron-related items were handed over for iron smelting before the new year.
Even when his sister-in-law came to their house, the iron lock that his father had made on the trunk was removed and handed over.
Because of that incident, Xiuchun once secretly saw her sister-in-law wiping her eyes in a corner.
Upon entering the kitchen, Xiuchun saw her second sister painfully pulling her sister-in-law away from the stove.
Looking at the half-full bowl of batter in the porcelain basin, Xiuhua didn't know what to say to her sister-in-law.
I wasn't paying attention, but my sister-in-law scooped a big spoonful of flour from that black flour bag.
Then, after pouring in the water, it felt too thin, so I scooped out half a ladleful and poured it into the porcelain basin.
With so much black face, they could have eaten it for half a year in the past!
"Sister-in-law, you should start the fire!"
"I'll take care of the cooking."
Seeing Ning Jing's innocent expression, Xiu Hua felt a tightness in her chest and waved her away with a headache, telling her to go and start the fire.
However, Ning Jing had used both a gas stove and an induction cooker.
She could only stare blankly at the earthen stove, which was heated by firewood.
You have to understand, back in her day, even farmhouses used powerful stoves to cook their food.
Moreover, she usually just goes to eat and has no idea how to light a fire or cook food on a traditional earthen stove.
In the short time it took Chunxiu to carry the firewood into the kitchen, Ningjing had already lit four or five matches.
However, every time I tried to light the firewood, the match would burn my hand before I could even get it lit.
When Xiuchun saw the match heads lying on the ground, she stamped her foot in frustration and ran over.
Ignoring her introverted nature, he said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, this is the only box of matches we have left."
"What?"
Ning Jing was stunned by Xiu Chun's words. In that moment of surprise, the match she had just lit went out.
She subconsciously looked at the matchbox she had just pulled out of a recessed hole between the two stoves.
The matchbox, which already contained few matches, now had less than ten matches left.
When Xiuchun saw that the match in Ningjing's hand had gone out again, she was heartbroken. She mustered up her courage and took the box of matches from her.
"Sister-in-law, let me start the fire!"
She glanced furtively at the remaining matches in the matchbox, took one out like a precious treasure, gently rubbed the box, and then deftly took the kindling she had brought in earlier, quickly lit it, and stuffed it into the stove.
For the first time, Ning Jing felt somewhat at a loss; matches were something that seemed so far removed from her life.
After all, she doesn't really come into contact with these things.
Even where fire is needed, there are lighters.
Those plastic lighters cost a dollar each; they're convenient and cheap.
But judging from how much Xiuchun treasures the matches, are they a rare commodity here?
Xiuhua finished mixing the flour and looked up to see Ningjing staring intently at the matchbox in her third sister's hand.
“These matches cost two cents a box. Because every household needs them, and sometimes they’re not even available in town, that’s why Third Sister is anxious.”
She glanced at the few match heads lying haphazardly on the ground, bit her lip, and looked at her sister-in-law with some confusion.
My sister-in-law knows all this, so why does she look so surprised?
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