Jiang Nian took a bag of cotton and gave it to Ye Zhiqiu, asking her to alter Zhou An's clothes and replace the cotton inside, which would at least make them much warmer.
She felt that she was still too poor, not poor in terms of money, but poor in terms of material things.
There is no need to worry about food and drink. Cotton can also be grown in space, and it only requires thought operation and does not require too much effort. The key is that she does not know how to weave cloth, and cloth coupons are also difficult to get in this small town. Those she got on the black market before are only enough to make a few clothes for Ye Zhiqiu.
When spring comes and the weather gets warmer, we still need cloth to make summer clothes.
She didn't have to worry about it, as her family sent her clothes and shoes. The original owner's father was the head of a towel factory, and he even sent her many defective towels as a favor.
Relying on her medical skills, she had already dealt with most of the people, and there was no one she needed to please, so she gave two each to Ye Zhiqiu and the other three, and kept the rest in her space for future use.
The fabrics accumulated in the space are all brocade and gauze, which are too gorgeous in comparison and are not suitable for this era at all.
It was evening, Ye Zhiqiu was cooking in the kitchen, and Zhou An was very sensible and helped to light the fire.
Some people came in from the main door, quite a few of them, all holding plates and talking and laughing.
"Is Zhiqiu the one who cooks? Where is Doctor Jiang?" The speaker was Mingzhi's mother, Zhao.
"In the backyard, what are you doing..." Ye Zhiqiu was of course not unfamiliar with them, because these ladies were the families she delivered dried vegetables to today.
"Aren't these the steamed buns I made at home today? I thought of sending you a few to try. I just happened to run into them on the road and realized that they were all here to send you buns, so we just came together."
The steamed buns for the Chinese New Year are naturally not made of the black flour we usually eat, but are made of three-in-one flour. They look yellowish and are not as soft as white flour, but they are also a good thing that farmers can offer.
Jiang Nian had heard the noise and came out from behind, "Auntie, you are too polite. We have enough food here, you should take it back."
She has been here for so long and has some understanding of the local customs. These buns and steamed buns are probably the things they themselves are reluctant to eat, so they steam them and save them for visiting relatives after the New Year. They really sent them to her, probably because they wanted to make the dried vegetables sent by Ye Zhiqiu more effective, which made her feel embarrassed.
"Doctor Jiang, please don't be polite with us. You see, we didn't show any courtesy when you sent us dried vegetables. They're not good stuff either. They're all homemade. We gave them to you to taste. Do you think you'd reject them?" One of the ladies said this deliberately, actually because she was afraid that she would refuse to accept them.
After a few more words, Jiang Nian saw that he really couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and then thanked him.
They also steamed steamed buns and dumplings at noon for themselves, so they didn't steam much. But they were all made of pure white flour, and it was not convenient to take them out from this circle of three-grain flour and share them with them, for fear of being too special.
The steamed buns and steamed buns just out of the pot were still warm, making Zhou An stare at them with his eyes wide open.
Jiang Nian handed one to him and he thanked him and took it.
When he opened it, his eyes lit up, "Sister, it's meat."
"Well, eat it quickly, or it will get cold." The meat bun was brought by Ming's mother. She was the one who gave the most. Needless to say, it was also for Mingzhi's sake.
Zhou An ran out with the buns and squatted beside the tabby cat. He ate a bite himself and gave another bite to the cat.
The trouble that Jiang Nian felt was not happening, and when Zhou An was brought over, the Zhou family didn't say a word.
What she didn't know was that Zhou Shugen was beaten so badly by Ye Zhiqiu that day. Although she didn't recognize this father, it was well known that Ye Zhiqiu was the former Zhou Xiaoju. Zhou Shugen was too embarrassed to tell anyone that he was beaten by his own daughter.
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