It was only four o'clock in the afternoon when I got home.
Song Huaizhi picked up the backpack and went down to the field to pick rice ears.
While there were no children at home, Jiang Wanyue hurried to clean up the supplies.
There are already a lot of cheap coarse grains such as sweet potatoes and black noodles, so take them all out and put them outside.
Dozens of egg whites are scattered all over the place. These are hard currency and the output must be guaranteed. Some are placed outside the box for immediate use.
There was already four or five pounds of oil, and without a can, I had to use a large bowl to hold it.
It looks like there are at least five pounds of rice and flour, which is pleasing to the eye.
She found a jar with about two pounds of white sugar and brown sugar and put it in the corner.
There was a whole cloth bag of noodles, which was also taken out and placed on the table.
There are also fruit candy, shortbread, and fried dough twists, and there are quite a few of them.
There is no need to rush for other things like peanuts, soybeans, mung beans, etc.
Jiang Wanyue smiled, she no longer had to worry about food.
There is a severe shortage of daily necessities.
The washing problem was barely solved, but the house was still lacking basins, cups, bowls, plates, water pots, kettles...
But there is still a long way to go, so take your time.
Jiang Wanyue took two fruit candies and went next door to pick up the child.
It just so happened that sisters Song Fengjiao and Song Fenglian came home to help Song Laosan transport the kidneys to the fields.
"Feng Jiao, Feng Lian." Jiang Wanyue called them and stuffed the candy in their hands, "Take it and eat it."
Song Fenglian is the younger sister. She couldn't help licking her lips when she saw the fruit candy.
Song Fengjiao was only a few minutes older, so of course she was greedy, but she still pushed the candy away: "Fourth Aunt, save it for Yingzi, we don't want it."
"Yingzi has it, this is for you." Jiang Wanyue patted their heads, walked into the yard, picked up Song Huazhi, and shouted to Song Lao San who was busy behind, "Third brother, I'm taking the child back. Thank you for today, Third brother."
She left quickly.
Song Fengjiao snatched the candy from her sister's hand and walked up to Song Lao San: "Dad, Fourth Aunt just gave it to us."
Song Laosan's hand paused.
Fruit candies cost one cent each, and two fruit candies can buy a box of matches.
In the past few years when he hadn't had the accident, buying fruit candies during the New Year and other festivals was not a big deal. But since his leg was disabled, the family has lost a labor force and they have to spend every penny they have. How could they have any money left over to buy candies?
The two children haven't eaten fruit candy for at least three or four years.
Song Lao San said bitterly: "Since it was given by Fourth Aunt, just eat it."
Song Fenglian immediately peeled off the candy wrapper and licked it: "So sweet, so delicious, Fourth Aunt is so nice!"
Jiang Wanyue carried Huazi back home.
She was afraid that the little guy would get choked by the candy, so she took out a shortbread, broke it in half and put it in his hand: "Sit on the stool and eat the cake obediently, I'll go cook."
She went to the fields to pick vegetables first. She picked some greens and pulled out a few radishes. She looked up and wondered why other people's vegetable fields had eggplants, lettuce, and celery...
Alas, the original body didn’t know how to farm, and Song Desheng was busy earning work points. Most of the vegetable fields were taken care of by the two children, and they were lucky enough to be able to grow vegetables and radishes.
She turned and walked out of her private plot, and sat side by side with Song Huazhi at the door of her house, one eating a cake while the other prepared vegetables.
Suddenly, there was something on my lips.
Jiang Wanyue raised her head and saw the little guy put the cake to her mouth. She said vaguely: "Mom, eat...eat."
She opened her mouth and took a small bite, mainly because of the little guy's saliva, and felt a little disgusted.
Seeing her take a bite, Song Huazhi danced with joy.
"Fourth Aunt."
Suddenly two children walked into the yard.
Jiang Wanyue recognized that they were the youngest son and daughter of Song Laoer’s family. The son was called Erlangzi, eleven years old, and the daughter was called Erya, nine years old.
"Just now Fenglian said that Fourth Aunt has candy here." Erlangzi sniffed, "Fourth Aunt, I want some candy too."
Erya drooled as she looked at the shortbread in Huazi's hand: "I don't want to eat candy, I want to eat that shortbread."
Jiang Wanyue suddenly laughed.
The Song family actually has a good family tradition. Father-in-law Song Dahai is the team leader and sets an example in all aspects. There has never been any bad news in the family.
Only the second wife, Hu Zhaodi, is different. She always gossips about other people. Any delicious food at home is used to subsidize her younger brother from her mother's family, but her own children don't even have any snacks.
Look, the two kids are running to other people’s houses to ask for food.
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "You can eat candy, but you have to exchange it for something."
Erlangzi's eyes lit up: "What does Fourth Aunt want?"
"There is no firewood at home." Jiang Wanyue sighed, "If someone can pick up a bundle of dry firewood for me, I will give him a candy and a cake."
When the two children heard this, they immediately turned around and ran up the mountain.
Jiang Wanyue's face was all smiles.
When Song Desheng was alive, he would bring home a bundle of firewood every night. But for many days in a row, no one chopped firewood, and the dry firewood was burned out.
It's a great deal to exchange sugar and biscuits for some dry firewood.
Tonight, she plans to steam rice.
There is only one pot at home, so I can’t cook while steaming rice, and I can’t steam rice while cooking. I really miss the days when we had rice cookers.
After Jiang Wanyue steamed the rice, she went to the yard to feed the chickens. She couldn't wait for seven-year-old Song Huaizhi to do everything.
While I was busy, I heard the excited voice of Erlangzi outside: "Aunt Si, open the door quickly, the dry firewood is here!"
When the door opened, she was stunned. Erlangzi and Erya actually came back dragging half a tree together.
This tree is at least two meters long, with many branches, and it needs to be chopped before it can be burned. Neither she nor her original body has the skill to chop wood...
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