"Gurgle..."
Xu Xiangyang turned over and continued sleeping. He wouldn't be hungry once he fell asleep. He should go to sleep.
His two adoptive parents were still there, and he didn't want to give himself away, so he decided to wait until no one was around to fill his stomach.
It was just past six in the morning when it started snowing outside; it was already early November.
"Xiumin, leave a bowl of rice for Gou Dan later. I'm going to work. You can stay home today."
As Xu Guangtian dressed, he gave his wife some instructions. He knew she didn't want to work, so he never forced her.
Usually, it's her mother who can't stand it anymore, so she forces Wang Xiumin to go to work.
But today's situation is special. He's worried about his son's head. If anything happens to him, he doesn't want to have to beg and plead for his child back.
Xu Xiangyang was born two years after the couple got married, and then Wang Xiumin's belly stopped showing any signs of pregnancy.
If it weren't for this baby boy, I would have kicked them all out.
Hearing that she was not allowed to go to work, Wang Xiumin quickly nodded in agreement, "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on Gou Dan. I'll call you if anything happens."
After the two finished eating, Wang Xiumin quickly ladled out a large bowl of corn porridge.
She dotes on her son, hoping he will support her in her old age.
“Third son’s wife!” Zhang Xiufen suddenly spoke up.
The whole family looked at her, wondering if they were going to stop feeding her. Some even gloated.
Wang Xiumin ignored her and placed the bowl on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
"Take these two eggs to Gou Dan." Zhang Xiufen reluctantly took two eggs out of her pocket.
Everyone else was stunned. They had boiled eggs and given them all to Gou Dan to eat, even though it wasn't a holiday?
The eldest son's wife, Liu Ying, was unhappy. She thought the eggs were for her son, no wonder she hadn't taken them out.
She suspected the old woman was secretly planning to give it to Xiangmin, but she actually gave it to Gou Dan? That good-for-nothing, he doesn't deserve it!
"Mother, Xiangmin is working so hard studying, and he has to take the college entrance exam next year." Her meaning was clear: even eggs should be given to her eldest son to make up for his lack of nutrition.
Xu Xiangmin, who was called out, remained silent, pushed up his glasses, and continued drinking his porridge. Anyway, with Liu Ying in charge, he was sure he would get some eggs.
Seeing that her authority had been challenged, Zhang Xiufen immediately slammed down her chopsticks. "What? Do I need to ask your permission before I do anything? Who's in charge here, you or me?"
How could she possibly let down her most promising grandson? This eldest daughter-in-law is truly brain-dead; she can't see anything clearly.
Why doesn't she just cook two more for Xiangmin afterwards? Why ask here?
Liu Ying was embarrassed by what she was said. At this moment, Zhao Guizhi, the second son's wife, said, "Sister-in-law, sit down and eat. You still have to go to the brigade headquarters to pick corn later."
Finally, someone came to her rescue, and Liu Ying breathed a sigh of relief before sitting down to continue eating.
While they were arguing, Wang Xiumin had already taken the eggs and run back to her room. Watching them argue was pointless, and she couldn't give them eggs anyway.
When Xu Xiangyang woke up, it was already broad daylight. Outside, everything was shrouded in a white haze; upon closer inspection, he realized it was snowing!
He worked in Kyoto in his previous life, where there was snow, but not this much.
He already knew this place was in Northeast China, but he never expected to come across Xuexiang (Snow Town). And let me tell you, it's really beautiful.
"Gou Dan is awake, come and eat." Wang Xiumin was sitting on the kang sewing clothes when she looked up and saw him looking outside.
"It's snowing outside, you'll need to sew another layer of cloth onto your cotton-padded coat. We're out of cotton at home, so just make do with this." She rambled on as she worked.
Xu Xiangyang didn't reply, looking at the corn porridge and pickled vegetables still sitting on the kang table...
However, instead of cornbread, there were two eggs on the side of the bowl. Remembering what his mother had said yesterday, he couldn't help but ask, "Did you steal two today?"
He remembered that although his family rarely ate good food, Wang Huimin would always find some food for him from the corners of the house.
Of course, this cheapskate mother is even more gluttonous and lazy. She doesn't help with anything except the affairs of her own family of three.
She doesn't want to go to work, and except during busy farming seasons or when the old lady gets angry, she basically stays at home.
Apart from Xu Guangtian having more work points, the mother and son were basically living off others.
The old lady wanted to separate the family last month, but she couldn't bear to part with the work points of her eldest and second sons, so she had to put up with it for the time being.
"You bastard! How dare you talk to your mother like that?" Wang Xiumin said, about to slap him, but then she saw the gauze on his head and put her hand down.
"Who am I doing all this for? Do you need to tell me? This is from your grandma. You really went to great lengths, here are two eggs."
She rolled her eyes and continued sewing. That heartless bastard, all that kindness he'd shown her for nothing.
Xu Xiangyang didn't reply. Who could think of anything good about a mother like this?
However, most of it ended up in her own mouth. Giving it to the original owner was probably to keep her quiet.
He ate one egg and threw the rest to Wang Xiumin, saying, "Here, take this. I feel nauseous and can't eat it. Don't keep it, I don't like leftovers."
Wang Xiumin: So you mean I like to eat leftovers?
She didn't say anything, just looked at the child who seemed to have grown up. Before, she would stuff food into her own mouth until she was stuffing it to the brim, but now she was actually willing to give it to her; it was truly astonishing.
Whether it was rare or not, she peeled it off and ate it in no time. Even if he was being filial, she figured she'd had a good time today.
Xu Xiangyang's head was still throbbing and he was in a daze, so since it was snowing heavily outside, he simply lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and didn't get up.
However, he fell asleep again, and when he woke up again, there was no one in the room.
There was a bowl of water on the kang table, probably left by Wang Xiumin. He took out a strip of anti-inflammatory medicine from his spatial storage, ate it, and then took two more pills prescribed by the hospital.
I don't know what kind of medicine it is, but it's for the right symptoms, so it shouldn't kill anyone.
He drank all the water, and then his stomach started rumbling again.
I wonder what time it is. Is it time to eat again?
Taking advantage of the silence outside, he found a bag of bread and ate two in no time.
This thing doesn't have much of a smell, so there's nothing to worry about.
He drank a bottle of mineral water, and then lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed) without moving.
So they just sleep and eat, eat and sleep?
Xu Xiangyang didn't know what he could do now; in the 1960s, there was practically nothing he could do.
Let him farm? Forget about it. He's already doing well enough to be able to distinguish between different grains. He'll never farm in his life; he'd be better off working a regular job.
However, nowadays, the working class is all about one person in one position, and it's all about succession, so there's simply no place for him to use his skills.
Without urban residency, no matter how capable you are, you'll have to wait.
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