Jiang Wanyue immediately remembered that the youngest son's name was Song Huazhi, and everyone in the village called him Huazi.
The little girl's name is Song Yunying, and her nickname is Yingzi.
"Yingzi, let's go home."
Jiang Wanyue reached out and held the little girl's hand.
A trace of surprise flashed across the little girl's eyes, and then she held Jiang Wanyue's fingers even tighter.
October is the time for harvesting late rice. After watching the excitement, the villagers went down to the fields to work.
Jiang Wanyue walked back along the dirt road, and all she saw were thatched houses along the way... She thought that her original husband had married someone who wasn't bad, so maybe, she lived in a brick house...
When she saw Song Huaizhi walk into the two thatched huts, she felt sick.
Her original husband was an agricultural technician in the brigade, and her father-in-law was the brigade leader, but her family was so poor?
Jiang Wanyue held her forehead with her hand.
The history textbook says that everyone was poor in that era. You were poor, I was poor, and he was poor too. It was peaceful to be poor together.
It is true.
The house has a compacted mud floor, adobe walls and a thatched roof.
On the left is the main room, which is also used for dining. The other room is the bedroom where the whole family sleeps on one bed. There is a table by the window for storing things, and a large locked wooden box.
There is a kitchen and a toilet behind the hut.
While she was observing the environment, the hot water was already boiling.
Song Huaizhi walked into the room carrying a basin, then turned around, walked out without saying a word, and closed the door.
Jiang Wanyue shook her head.
The original person was forced to go to the countryside and become an educated youth. She hated everything here, including her own children. She guessed that the original person must have suffered from depression. She couldn't even take care of herself, so how could she take care of her children?
Therefore, Song Huaizhi was not close to his original mother.
It saved her a lot of trouble.
Jiang Wanyue glanced at the face towel. Even her original self, a particular person from the city, used a face towel that looked no different from a rag... She had no choice but to use her hands to scoop water to wash her face.
Suddenly she found that this washbasin was interesting, as it even had embossed patterns. She touched it with her hand and found that... it seemed to be bronze. Could it be an antique?
As she was looking at it carefully, she suddenly tripped over something and her nose hit the edge of the basin, starting bleeding instantly.
Not sure if it was an illusion or what, Jiang Wanyue seemed to see a flash of golden light coming from the basin.
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